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eliza cook - the old arm chair - ghizela rowe lyrics

i love it, i love it; and who shall dare
to chide me for loving that old arm*chair?
i’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize
i’ve bedew’d 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 linger’d near
the hallow’d seat with list’ning ear;
and gentle words that mother would give
to fit me to die and teach me to live
she told me shame would never betide
with truth for my creed and god for my guide;
she taught me to lisp my earliest prayer
as i knelt beside that old arm*chair

i sat and watch’d her many a day
when her eye grew dim, and her locks were grey;
and i almost worshipp’d her when she smil’d
and turn’d from her bible to bless her child
years roll’d on, but the last one sped—
my idol was shatter’d, my earth*star fled;
i learnt how much the heart can bear
when i saw her die in that old arm*chair
’tis past! ’tis past! but i gaze on it now
with quivering breath and throbbing brow:
’twas there she nursed me, ’twas there she died;
and memory flows with lava tide
say it is folly, and deem me weak
while the scalding drops start down my cheek;
but i love it, i love it, and cannot tear
my soul from a mother’s old arm*chair

- ghizela rowe lyrics

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