Show GRANDMOTHERS SERMON BY ELLA A JEWBTT The upper is over the hearth is swept And In the wood fires glow The children cluster to hear a tale Of that time eo long ago When Grandmas hair was golden brown And the warm blood came and went Oer the face that could scarce have been sweeter then Than now in its glad content The face 14 i wrinkled and careworn now And the golden hair is gray But the light that shone in the young gins eyes Has never gone away And her needles catch the fires light As in and out they go With the clicking music that Grandma loves Shaping thu stockings toe And the waiLing children love it too For they know the stockings song Brings many a tale to Grandmas mind Which they shall hear eer log But it brings no story of oldentimes To Grandmas heart tonight Only a sermon short and quaint Is sung by the needles bright Life is a sleeking Grandma rays And yours is just begun While I am knitting the toe of miss And my work is almost done With merry hearts we begin to knit And the ribbing is almost play Some are gay colored and some ate white And eome are ashen gray But most are made of many a hue With many B Htich set wrong And many row to be sadly ripped Era the whole is fair and strong There are long plain space without a break That in youth are hard to bear And many K weary tear is cropped As we fashion the heel with care But the saddest happiest time is that Which we court and yet would shun When our Heavenly father breaks the thread And says our work is dOle The children come to say good night With tears in their brght young eye While in grandmas lap with a broken thread The finished stocking l see |