Salt Lake Tribune | 1907-10-27 | Page 21 | The Curl in the Candy Box

THE CURL IN THE OANDY BOX. The hand of a mother has placed It there, With a kiss of love and a whispered prayer; The face of a mother above it peers Through tho mists that fade In tho far- on yoars; She lifts it gently to Hps thai press Its silken texture with love's caress; In memory's casket, that knows no locks The dear little curl In tho candy box! A mother's treasure. so oft she goes To tho bureau drawer whoro Its strands repose; And memory comes In the shadows thcro To hear tell of her Utile one's hair; To hear hor murmur a blessing sweet On the lad .gone forth where tho wide roads meet, From the old homo tics, and the gentlo day Of the curly head In tho land of play! X mother's token, that brings him back In her tender dream, o'er tho old homo track; A mother's refugo of dream and cheer When the oyes grow dim with tho gathering toar. And tho llltlo faco that sho used to hold Between her hands, with Its locks of gold. Gleams in tho shadows that round her fair By the bureau drawer In the dim old hall! Baltimore Sun.