TIME S TRIUMPH. 307
1879.
" Oh, mother dear !" A matron | .
Sedate was daughter May, With merry childish trio
Making a summer stay Within the quiet homestead
Wiser and gentler grown Since those far days of girlhood
Had swiftly backward flown.
The "grandma," well remembered
In household legends sweet, Had found herself old-fashioned
As years fell round her feet, And so went up one morning
To friends of bygone years, To find one blessed fashion
That hides all pain and tears.
So now when children s voices
Called " Grandma !" it was she Who once was only "Mother"
Who answered claimants three Half wond ring at the echo,
Half questioning if she Had gone adown life s valley
Past milestones sixty-three.
"Mother, I ve such a favor To ask you, if I dare.
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