THE OLD ARM-CHAIR 

 BY ELIZA COOK 

 

 ILLUSTRATIONS BY MISS L. B. HUMPHREY AND OTHERS 

 BOSTON D. LOTHROP & COMPANY 

 

Copyright

By D. Lothrop & Co.

     THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. 

   I love it, I love it; and who shall dare  

   To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?  

   I've cherished it long as a sainted prize;  

   I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs  

   'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;  

   Not a tie will break, not a link will start.  

   Would ye learn the spell?—a mother sat there:  

   And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.  

   In childhood's hour I lingered near  

   The hallowed seat with listening ear;  

   And gentle words that mother would give,  

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