....Third Book of Reading Lessons, McPhail, 1867, by LottoSoup.com
No Pay No Work
The Old Arm-Chair
Coals of Fire
The Little Hero Of Haarlem
The Grand Falls of the St. John
The Power of Kindness
A Mother's Love
The Abenaqui's Story
Falls of Niagara
Lost In The Woods
The Arctic Regions
THE OLD ARM-CHAIR.
I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
I've treasured it long as a sainted prize,
I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd it with sighs;
'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would you learn the spell ?-a mother sat there,
And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
In childhood's hour I linger'd near
The hallow'd seat with listening ear;
And gentle words that mother would give
To fit me to die and teach me to live.
She told me shame would never betide,
With truth for my creed and God for my guide;
She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer,
As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
I sat and watch'd her many a day,
When her eyes grew dim, and her locks were gray;
And I almost worshipp'd her when she smiled
And turn'd from her Bible to bless her child.
Years roll'd on, but the last one sped-
My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled;
I learnt how much the heart can bear,
When I saw her die in that old arm-chair.
'Tis past! 'tis past! but I gaze on it now
With quiv'ring breath and throbbing brow;
'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died,
And memory flows with lava tide.
Say it is folly, and deem me weak,
While the scalding drops start down my cheek;
But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear
My soul from a mother's old arm-chair.
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