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The Old Arm-Chair   By: (1818-1889)

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[Illustration: I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT.]

THE OLD ARM CHAIR

BY

ELIZA COOK

[Illustration]

ILLUSTRATIONS BY

MISS L. B. HUMPHREY AND OTHERS

BOSTON

D. LOTHROP & COMPANY

[Illustration]

Copyright, 1886, By D. Lothrop & Co.

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 cherished it long as a sainted prize; I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell? a mother sat there: And a sacred thing is that old arm chair.

In childhood's hour I lingered near The hallowed seat with listening ear; And gentle words that mother would give, To fit me to die and teach me to live. She told me that 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 watched her many a day, When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray; And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child. Years rolled on, but the last one sped My idol was shattered, my earth star fled; I learned how much the heart could bear, When I saw her die in that old arm chair.

'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now With quivering 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 tears drop down my cheek: But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm chair.

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 cherished it long as a sainted prize; I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs.

[Illustration]

'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell? a mother sat there; And a sacred thing is that old arm chair.

[Illustration]

In childhood's hour I lingered near The hallowed seat with listening ear; And gentle words that mother would give, To fit me to die and teach me to live.

[Illustration]

She told me that shame would never betide, With truth for my creed and God for my guide;

[Illustration]

She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm chair.

[Illustration]

I sat and watched her many a day, When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray; And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child.

[Illustration]

Years rolled on; but the last one sped My idol was shattered; my earth star fled;

[Illustration]

I learned how much the heart could bear, When I saw her die in that old arm chair.

[Illustration]

'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow:

[Illustration]

'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And Memory flows with lava tide.

[Illustration]

Say it is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding tears drop down my cheek: But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm chair.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Transcribers Note: The poem appears twice in the original, as reproduced here; once without interruption, once with illustrations interspersed.]

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