The Past

          She came tonight as I sat alone..
          The girl I used to be ....
          And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
          And questioned reproachfully:

          Have you forgotten the many plans
          And hopes I had for you?
          The great career, the splendid fame,
          all the wonderful things to do?

          Where is the mansion of stately height
          With all its gardens rare?
          The silken robes that I dreamed for you
          And the jewels in your hair?

          And as she spoke, I was very sad
          For I wanted her pleased with me...
          This slender girl from the shadowy past
          The girl that I used to be.

          So gently rising, I took her hand
          And guided her up the stairs
          Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
          Innocent, sweet, and fair.

          And I told her that these are my only gems,
          And precious they are to me;
          That silken robes is my motherhood
          Of costly simplicity.

          And my mansion of stately height is love,
          And the only career I know
          Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
          For the dear ones who come and go.

          And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
          She smiled through her tears at me.
          And I saw the woman that I am now
          Pleased the girl I used to be.

[ Author unknown -- from Aiken Drum ( ]


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