Poems (Brown)/The Mother's Chair
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THE MOTHER'S CHAIR.
I see the chair where oft she sat,
Engaged in pleasant, social chat;
There is her cane, and there's her cap,
And there the bed where she used to nap.
Engaged in pleasant, social chat;
There is her cane, and there's her cap,
And there the bed where she used to nap.
The room seems dreary, lonely, and cold;
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
It is full three years since my mother died;
And I stood with sister, side by side,
And looked into the grave, so cold and deep,
When they laid her down for her long, last sleep.
And I stood with sister, side by side,
And looked into the grave, so cold and deep,
When they laid her down for her long, last sleep.
So this is the reason I cherish the chair,
Because my dear mother so often sat there;
But now it is vacant; she has left it and gone,
And sits with bright Seraphs round the throne.
Because my dear mother so often sat there;
But now it is vacant; she has left it and gone,
And sits with bright Seraphs round the throne.
But her room seems lonely, dreary, and cold;
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And here I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And here I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
But I will not mourn, for I know to-day,
She has risen on wings, and flown away
To join the blest "beyond the river,"
And sing God's praises forever and ever.
She has risen on wings, and flown away
To join the blest "beyond the river,"
And sing God's praises forever and ever.