Dear Grandmother

örandmother pace with statcly tread Forward and bacWtaraRb the quamt oll room Out oí the firelight, dancing and red, luto the ftatheiing dusï and gloom; Forward and back in her Bilken dress, Wlth Ito falling rutiles of frost-liko, laee; A look of the deepest tenderness In the faded Unes of her fiue old face. Warm on lier breast in bis red night-gown, Like a scarlet lily, the babj lies, Wbile softl.v the tired lids droop down Over the litüe sleep; eyes. Granduiother Blngs to hini sweet and Iow; iniVaemories come vvith the cradle-song Of tit'lay ■ hen nhe sang it leng ago, When her life was youug and her heart waa stroug. Grandmotlier's cliildren have left lier now; The large old house is a shadowed place; Hut shilling out in the sunsetglow l)f her life, like a star, comes the baby's face. Ho lies where of old his fatber lay; Softly slie singa liim the same sweet stram; Till th yeara hjtervening re swept away, And the joys of life's momins are hers again. Urandmothert gray bead is bending low ( iver the dear littie drowsy one ! The steps of her pathway are few to go; The baby's journey lias just begun. Yet the rosy dawn of bis cbildish love Brightens the evening that else were dim: And in after years, from her home above, Thii lilit of her blessing will rest oa hun