Eliza Cook - The Old Arm Chair

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Eliza Cook - The Old Arm Chair

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I love it, I love it; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize I've bedew'd 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 linger'd near The hallow'd seat with list'ning ear; And gentle words that mother would give To fit me to die and teach me to live She told me 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 watch'd her many a day When her eye grew dim, and her locks were grey; And I almost worshipp'd her when she smil'd And turn'd from her Bible to bless her child Years roll'd on, but the last one sped— My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled; I learnt how much the heart can 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 drops start down my cheek; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair

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  • Eliza Cook