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GRANDMOTHER S LOVE-LETTER.
So, when we grow aweary Of pain, and loss and guile,
He whispers very softly, "Tis such a little while !
��GRANDMOTHER S LOVE-LETTER.
UP, up in the sunshiny garret, Where grandma s old treasures abide, I can fancy her presence is near me And creep, as of yore, to her side ; So, shutting my eyes, I recall her
The kindly old face in the cap, The arm gently creeping about me As I hid childish woe in her lap.
The herbs that she long ago gathered,
The fire-dogs ashine in the sun, The spinning-wheel idle for ever,
The blankets whose threads she had spun, Seem speaking, .though silent around me
These links of a life that I miss, And the casket bequeathed with a blessing
I touch with a reverent kiss.
As I open the time-yellowed packet, Writ "George to Amelia" without,
With a ribbon (that s made restitution Of sky-stolen blue) tied about,