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Show MENDING STOCKINGS A pair of baby's stockings! They are small and black and plain But I find sweet satisfaction In looking them over again. I mended these same stockings It must be two years ago And then they were laid in the drawer There was no one to wear them, yoii know. For onr own beautiful baby Had gone to a fairer clime; - She had entered the golden city. Where we hope to meet her some time. Ad though in the mending basket There still were stockings small, There were none for a tiny baby, With daintiest feet of all. Tet again from the open heaven A wonderful gift has come, And the sound of a baby's eooi ng Is heard again in our home. And tiny feet are moving Along the nursery floor. And dainty baby stockings Are needed now once more. It is strange that I find a pleasure In taking them In my hand? They speak of our newest treasure, And of one in the Fatherland. -Maby j. Porter |
