THE OLD CHAIR 
By JAMES A. SLOTE 
Her favorite rose still peeps within 
1 he little room she kept so bright 
Where many cunous old time things ‘ 
fceem waiting in that softened light 
Among those many old time things ' 
With spreading arms reposeful air 
Upon a braided round rag rug, 
there sits a grandmothers easy chair 
0 , it was once a chair of state 
Where joys and sorrows oft' were told 
there erring children learnedtheirfate 
--A kiss upon tneir hair of gold. 
"Twas here the happy lovers came 
Iheir losy future to unfold, 
And for comfort came again 
When babe was laid away—so cold, 
h ull many a Bible verse was read 
By candle light in that old arm chair, 
r ull many a loved one now is dead 
ohe rocked to sleep with loving care. 
She too has gently passed away, 
And in some quiet churchyard sleeps* 
t he chair sits there expectantly, 
I he while its lonely vigil keeps. 
