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First Line: In days of childhood, now long-lapsed and dim
Last Line: The meek, sure magic of my mother's hand.
Subject(s): Children; God; Smiles; Soul; Childhood


IN days of childhood, now long-lapsed and dim,
Often I sat within a holy place,
Where mystic word and solemn-rolling hymn
Touched the tranced souls of men to thoughts of grace.

Too small to comprehend, yet happy there
I lingered, since beside me, close and dear,
Sat the slim mother with her rippled hair,
Her smile, her breathing and her color clear.

And she would hold my hand and so express
In some deep way the wonder of the hour:
Our spirits talked, by silent tenderness,
As easily as flower nods to flower.

And to this day, whenso I go alone
Into some shadowed quiet, hear a choir,
Hark the great organ's most melodious moan
And watch the windows flush day-light with fire,

Over me once again those memories steal;
I sit dream-struck and seem to understand
God's meaning; for, across the years, I feel
The meek, sure magic of my mother's hand.





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