The Home Circle by National Baptist

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jan 7, 1886

The Home Circle.

By National Baptist

THE LITTLE ARM CHAIR.

'Twas carefully stowed in the attic away, Where the grandchildren often resorted to play; It afforded them joy, and 'twas pleasant to know Other boys and girls played with it long, long ago. And best of all treasures they looked upon there, They knew grandma prized this, the little arm chair.

Though quaint and old-fashioned, to her it was dear, And often upon it she let fall a tear. And the little ones oft would ask grandma to tell Some tale of the past she remembered so well, Of her own little children so cunning and fair, Who sat by her side in the little arm chair.

In fancy she sees them, the girls and the boys, And hears the old homestead resound with their noise; And babyhood's days have a charm ever sweet, As she listens again to the dear little feet, And the sweet childish laughter in which she must share, As they take their first step by the little arm chair.

With their book they sat in it while learning to read, And watching their progress was pleasant indeed; Or the girls with their dolls would play "come and see," Then for a short nap lay them down on her knee. And she taught them to sew on their first patchwork square, As they sat by her side in the little arm chair.

She taught them to love and to honor the truth, And sowed the good seed in their hearts while in youth, And had in her soul an abundant reward, When she saw it bear fruit to the glory of God; And the baby lips uttered their first infant prayer, As they knelt by her side at the little arm chair. —National Baptist.