The Home Circle | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 6, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 10.

The Home Circle.

THE OLD TRUNDLE BED.

Oh, the old trundle bed where I slept when a boy! What canopied king might not covet the joy! The glory and peace of that slumber of mine, Like a long, gracious rest in the bosom divine; The quaint, homely couch, hidden close from the light, But daintily drawn from its hiding at night.

Oh, a nest of delight, from the foot to the head, Was that queer little, dear little, old trundle bed! Oh, the old trundle bed, where I wondering saw The stars through the window, and listened with awe To the sigh of the winds as they tremblingly crept Through the trees where the robin so restlessly slept.

Where I heard the low, murmurous cheep of the wren, And the katydid listlessly chirrup again, Till my fancies grew faint and were drowsily led Through the maze of the dreams of the old trundle bed! With its plump little pillow and old-fashioned spread;

Its snowy-white sheets and the blanket above, Smoothed down and tucked round with the touches of love; The voice of my mother to lull me to sleep With the old fairy stories my memories keep Still fresh as the lilies that bloom o'er the head Once bowed with my own o'er the old trundle bed.