Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, REMEMBRANCE OF CHILDHOOD, by LYDIA JANE PEIRSON



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REMEMBRANCE OF CHILDHOOD, by                    
First Line: The fire is blazing on the ample hearth
Last Line: And light lids close above each sleepy eye.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wheeler, Lydia Jane
Subject(s): Children; Childhood


THE fire is blazing on the ample hearth,
Diffusing comfort through the antique room,
And we are watching in our simple mirth
The giant shadows starting from the gloom.

With seeming menace and imperious air
They seem to beckon with their wavering hands,
And flit away. We wonder whence they are,
And seek to reason of the ghostly bands.

But at our mother's voice we leave our play,
And crowd our low seats close around her chair;
Each prompt to meet the loving smiles that play
Upon her lips and brow so purely fair.

Her beautiful white hand forsakes awhile
The task by love made pleasant for our sake,
To rest a moment, with caressing wile,
On brows that 'neath that pressure could not ache

Her clear eyes rest with proud yet troubled joy
Upon the blue-eyed treasures at her feet;
The rosy girl, the noble-hearted boy,
The little smilers, with their prattle sweet.

All good and happy, through her pious care,
Loving and well-beloved, a blessed band,
All leaning on her love, rejoiced to share
The blessings of her voice, her love, her hand.

And, now, our father, who, the whole day long,
Had plied the art by which he earns us bread,
With glance of pleasure on his own glad throng,
Sits down to taste the feast for reason spread.

His much-loved book -- the poet's lofty lay,
The traveller's tale of strange and far-off lands,
The voyager's story of the mighty sea,
The attention of the little group commands.

We listen, full of wonder and delight,
Until the witching volume is laid by,
And loving voices breathe the kind "Good night!"
And light lids close above each sleepy eye.





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