Grandmas Memories

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GRANDMA'S MEMORIES
BY MARY D. BRINE
Author of "Grandma's Attic Treasures"
DEDICATED TO THOSE
DEAR ONES WHOSE FACES ARE
TURNED
TOWARD THE SUNSET
ILLUSTRATED
1888.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Frontispiece Walter Pag
"Only a lullaby, gentle and low"
"Grandma's a maiden"
'lo Grandma's girl-life comes some woe"
"The young head is lain"
"Grandma now is a bride"
"On the sunny young head"
"Soft and low is the little one's breath"
"Learns that sweet lesson so old and so new"
"As he looks in my face"

"'Mid the farewells that are merry, yet sad"
"On Grandma's thin cheek falls a kiss"
"Draws near the old chair, and sits close at her side"
"The gift of a grandchild"
Headpiece--"Evening and the Bells" A. W. Parsm
Head and Tailpiece--Vignettes R A. Bell
GRANDMA'S MEMORIES.
[Illustration]
GRANDMA'S MEMORIES.
The mantle of evening is veiling the sky,
And over the landscape its
soft shadows lie;
The old year is passing, a new year will reign,
Ere
earth shall awaken to day-dawn again.
Dear Grandma has folded her knitting away,
And muses alone at the
close of the day;
While the old clock ticks solemnly off, one by one,

The moments yet left to the year almost done.
Out from the shadows fast filling the room,
Out from the dying year's
gathering gloom,
Many sweet pictures of past happy years
Come
flitting again with their hopes and their fears.
On the broad hearthstone the dull embers glow,
The old year's last
hours are quiet and slow;
But back to the Past, with its pleasures and
pain--
Of the Present unmindful, she wanders again.
She is seeing dear faces, and clasping the hand
Of many a friend in
the shadowy land,
And the ghosts of old years she has watched in and
out,
Come forth from the shadows and hedge her about.

Hark! What is that stealing thro' silence and gloom,
To fill with sweet
melody Grandma's lone room?
What brings that fond smile, and
dispels every trace
Of sadness and tears on the dear, aged face?
[Illustration]
Only a lullaby, gentle and low,
Which a mother, while rocking her
babe to and fro,
Croons over and over, for baby alone,
Till far into
dreamland his spirit hath flown.
Only the lullaby all mothers love,
Listened to daily by angels above;

The dear, quaint old song which will ever seem best
To sing to our
babies and lull them to rest--
The Lullaby.
[Illustration: Music Sheet detail:]
"Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed;

Heavenly blessings without number
Gently fall upon thy head."
Crooning it softly, and crooning it low,
Rocking and nestling
with--"By-baby-O!"
Loving the melody known the world o'er,
And
adding sweet words that our baby loves more.
So sings this mother to baby to-night,
While nearer and nearer the
dream-angel bright
Is hovering 'mid shadows, till baby ere long

Lies slumbering, and hushed is the lullaby song.
While mother takes up a new duty, and so
From one to another will
busily go.
But the dear aged heart in the room just beyond,
Still
lingers and rests amid memories fond.
The strains of the lullaby bear her away
O'er the lapse of long years
to her own childhood's.
She is living again 'neath her babyhood's
skies
Where sunshine is dancing before her blue eyes.

[Illustration: Grandma's a maiden]
She sees her dear mother, and hears the sweet voice,
Whose fond,
tender tones made her young heart rejoice,
She climbs to the arms
ever patient to bear
The wee, tired toddler, and all burdens share.
How well she recalls the sweet hour of rest,
When nestling her head
on that dear mother's breast,
She sank into slumber, lulled gently and
low,
By the strains of the soft old-time lullaby--O!
Again does she listen to every fond word
That love on the