Mrs. S. A. Collins




by Mrs. S. A. Collins

An old lady sits in her old armchair,

      Sighing for days gone by,

When she was so happy with children and John,

      And tears find their way to her eye.

I hear her craning to herself,

      For no one is with her tonight

Why is it I'm left while the others are gone?

      To me it doesn't seem right.

Time seems to be so unrelenting,

      It bears away all of our joys;

It brings sorrow and -care where once 'twas all sunshine

      With John and the girls and the boys.

Alone! How it sounds when I speak it aloud,

      It almost makes me start.

Alone in old age with no one to cheer me

      What have I but a sad breaking heart?

Once we all were so happy,

      And life seemed only a dream,

For we were always contented,

      I with my children, and John with his'


For a farm life was ours to enjoy'

      We had all things for comfort' then:

The cows. and the horses and chicken~,

      And even. the pigs in the pen

Seemed to enjoy life as they went along,

      In summer and winter and spring,

And everything seemed to favor us.

      The very woods would ring

With the laughter of the boys and girls,

      As they roamed the green fields o'er.

Where are they now? Gone, all gone!

      I ne'er shall see them more.

Our eldest boy first went to sea.

      How roving some boys are!

Not feeling just contented like,

      But want to travel far.

Not many years ere he was lost,

      We never knew when nor how;

But twenty years have come and gone

      Since I kissed that manly brow.

And Esther, how we loved that child!

      Her face wad always glad,

No frown to mar our happiness,

      No tears to make us sad.

But fever came and took this pet

      Before she was scarcely ten.

How sad we were two of them gone:

      I knew not sorrow then,

For we had left someone to love,

      And labor for below.

But now, alas, no friends have I,

      Oh time! when can I go?

Bright-eyed Mary grew to be

      A winsome lass, so sweet and shy,

And many in the country 'round ,

Admired her curls, and bright blue eye.

Wooers came, and soon she pledged

      Herself to one for all her life,

Which wasn't long. Poor Mary died

      Ere she knew either care or strife.

Then Willie, our baby Willie,

      Seemed dearer than ever before,

For the others had left us and now we must center

      Our affections on him, for we had no more.

He grew so stately and tall, was nice looking,

      And manly and true,

We almost worshiped his very clothes;

      That wasn't the way to do.   

One day with the bays for a pleasure trip

      He started in a light cance.

In one short hour, our pride and joy,

      Was brought to us drowned; what could we do?

And John now almost broken down.

      With this new grief so great,

Must sell the farm and leave the place;

      How could he resign to fate?

Well it was so very lonesome like,

      No children of our own.

For we had planned so many things

      For each when they were grown.

We left the place, came here to town

      To chase our grief away.

But we found that never could be done.

It had come right here to stay.

A year or so and, John was gone,

      What was I then to do?

No children and no husband now.

      Robbed of all I held so true.

Alone today in my sorrow,

      Alone with my snow-white hail';

Alone! how it seems, 0 how long must I wait

      Ere I meet them again over there?