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Show WHEN GRANDMA WENT TO SCHOOL. (Robert Alackay in June Success.) Still in memory's cluttered garret hangs a painting, rich and rare. , Of a romping lad and lassie, and an old gray, pentle mare. That recalls the scenes of childhood . . summer morning3 soft and cool And the unforgotten pleasure when your grandma went to schooH Life another song was singing, both our hearts were blithe and gay. And whenever, bright and early, I-would call for her, she'd say. With a smile of satisfaction, "Bill, I'm sure you're very kind."' . Then away we'd canter, "slowly she in front and I behind . Over meadows clover-clustered, down the . long, leaf-laden lane, -Of the ancient county turnpike, on the hot-and dusty plain. Through the midway pool, where, somehow, some-how, she'd.' seem overcome -with fright, , And I'd tell her- not to worry, but to . "grab and hold me tight!" How our voices rang with gladness, how 'our laughter mocked the birds, How'the lovethat lit our fancies seemed loo deep for empty words! How the other boys, in envy, lured me on to break each rule. Just to know the trancing joy I felt when grandma went to school! Father. Time, turn back your pages, change these silver locks to gold! Let me live once more the love-life of those dear, dead days of old Not these dim, delusive day-dreams-dreams too beautiful to last. When the heart is painting pictures of ;. the- pleasures that have passed jst to see her. trim and dainty, in her little gingham gown, ' Just to hold her hand in mine, as" then( and read her eyes of brown, : r Just to hear her say she loved me, and t. to answer her caress . With a something less than heaven, perhaps, per-haps, but something more 'than "yes." How that old emotion haunts me! How I thrill at thought of it. How 1 feel a youthful flutter as her fairy features flit Through the softly swaying shadows', ' where the locust blossoms wave. Through the moonlight of my memory-i-..just a shadow from her grave! Ah! the old gray mare is waiting, ani the morning sun is high. . And the schoolhouse bell is ringing, from the belfry in the. sky. And I see the same old turnpike, meadow, plain, and midway pool-As pool-As my fancy calls her back from heaven to ride with me to school. |