The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1895-08-15
From My Old Rocking Chair.
WRITTEN For THE COMET.

From My Old Rocking Chair.
WRITTEN FOR THE COMET.
I am rocking, rocking, in my old rocking chair,
Nursing sweet recollections OF the past with
care,
Dreaming of pleasures aud fancies that alas
have fled
To the world lie buried, but in memory not
dead:
think Of boyhood's halcyon days gone by
And of the loved ones who in the church yard
lie;
think of the sweet singing wild birds in tree
tops near
That make music to dreaming soul, void Of
life's care,
While am rocking, rocking, in my old rock
ing chair.
1t has been long, long years, almost twenty and
three,
Since in little cottage standing by the sea
Dwelt maiden whose heart sweetly, innocent
ly, beat
In unison with mine as would kneel at her
feet.
oft.times have we strolled together along the
shore
Of the restless sea with the sun shining calmly
DER
Our heads, and cur pulsing hearts free from all
sorrow and care.
OH such moments of pleasures I still long
to share,
While am rocking rocking, in my old rock
ing chair.
All, we'll do remember that bonnet Of blue
Which shaded a lovely, sweet face of roseate hue
And covered beautiful head of dark flowing
hair
That wo uld rival the goddesses, twas beauty so
rare.
Her soft little hand in mine confdingly laid
portrayed.
None were as happy as we, without troubles to
share;
Oh, memories of by-gone, still nurse you with
While am rocking, rocking, in the old rock
ing chair.
That flowing hair, that hand and that face were
all mine.
She gave them to me with love far more di-
vine
Than the winged seraphs of heaven who envied
we two,
'For we loved with love that was immaculate
and true"
Precious, yes more precious than the wealth Of
the sea;
me
Was she; my life in days gone by, days without
care.
oh, sigh for those days gone by, for that Low,
so rare
AS would see her rock, rock, in the old rocking
chair.
Death, grim, CHASTITY and pale, came to our HON,
one day,
Aud ere life had begun bore my darling away
oh, in that moment of sorrow my soul in it
plight
Heard rustliug of wings as her spirit took it
fight.
To the great beyond it was borne on fair whit
wings
Leaving behind this cold world with its trouble
some things,
To be harbored in heaven with the friends tina
| are Lnere,
To be harbored in heaven with angels that arr
there
Where rest is not needed in my cushioned rock
ing chair
Nameless is her tomb near the cottage by thu
sea,
In church yard far away, far away from me;
But scented tangled wild flowers reverentl,
wave,
And battle with heavens limpid dew the dus
DER her grave.
They wave and watch, tho the day is so lonely
and long;
Not sound in hearing save the sea- ceaseless
| song.
Il long for the absent, for the loved one buriet
there,
For sweet loving smile tho her spirit Is will
me here,
Rocking me and rocking me in this old rock
ing chair.
hear pinions spread and the tread of unseer
feet,
hear concourse of voices in song so sweet,
feel the weight in mine of hand invisible
feel a sensation to come most terrible;
At last it has come, her gentle spirit has come
A mission of summons for me as others have
gone.
Oh, the curtains thrown wide, the land of res
is so near
That my spirits reluctantly lingering here
Lifted, ahl to her bosom from the old rocking
| chair F. d. l..