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THAT OLD
KITCHEN STOVE
BY
By
ELIZABETH CRAIG
and
MAUD JAMES
THE
Hbbey press
PUBLISHERS
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FIFTH AVENUE
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20
1902
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FOR
ITS
HOME,
AND FOR
ITS
CHRISTMAS CHEER
TO MY BELOVED WIFE
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THAT
old
kitchen
stove,
how my memory
back
to the
dings,
As my thoughts turn
savory
things
its
pots and
When my mother
was matron
of those relishing victuals.
II.
With what
and
din,
a rattle
clatter
and
The
table
was
tin.
The
fire
and
punch
And
would smoke The embers on the hearth would sparkle and glow
ney,
how
As
if
they
;
were anxious
Enthused,
as
to
go
it
were, by
my
For
fire.
mother's desire.
she
trusted
com-
pletely
HOUGH
it
Since
"
tip-toed around,
Httle
my
mamma's
man,"
And watched
The dough
while
Till
I
her prepare,
lingered
me
chance
To rub
For
off
my
hands on
my
little
pants.
sly little
steal
how
they feel. Ah, the dainties she cooked were tempting and sweet;
It
would be hard
to
am
be beat.
cookies, tarts
Such doughnuts,
pies,
and mince
little
Were
eyes.
Then
else
ever
could
Do
IV.
HEN
that old
home
kit-
to
was
just as neat as
if
The
on
in
the beach
The
ceilings
speck w^as
reach
The windows
bright
and
of
Behind the stove was a great wood box As regularly filled as the crowing of the
cocks.
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V.
was
six-foot-six
Its
of
brass,
And
As
its
under
its
it
pendulum swung
told
a tale
of our
fold
Its
vibrations
echoed with a
to hasten, as
resounding tick
And warned me
quick.
youth passes
to all
of
welcome
ii
of
home
is
to
emulate heaven,
And many
and
a
sore,
traveler,
tired
Was
\i
'wV
^"'
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VI.
One
night
remember,
!
O, starht night
When
was borne and all was bright Lucinda came in, one of
love
the neighbor's
girls,
As sweet
as a rose, with
With
painter's
brush
a
'^^^
Her
smile, never
mind her
smile,
don't
you see
at
me.
13
VII.
we
The
Now
we pared and
skins threw
about
With songs of laughter and a merry shout; The candy we pulled and chilled on the snow
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Gave to our cheeks a ruddy glow. It was the innocence of childhood as gathered you see, That made us as happy as happy could be. And the brightest moment of our young
lives,
As we huddled together
like
bees in a hive
a grove
kitchen
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HERE
are the
friends of
all
my
.^v-_.
youth,
parted
and gone,
My
brothers
left
and
sisters
;
have
every one
And
But
the
worth.
my
of earth,
i6
To
God
And
in
my
dreams
'''
Watch
17
EAR
friends,
am no
;
longer
a youth
am
quietly sitting
j|
,^
,^
.'
mas
night,
^
"^3
By
1^
stove,
but
with
i^'^-^'^^^
little
back
from the
street,
And
How the
were burst
That the first might be might be first.
last,
and the
in
last
And
Is
the angel of
my
dreams
of
former
festival
days
the
angel
plays;
to-night
those
Her hand
will
tree
Presents for
all,
for all
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UT hark
this
I
What
is
hear?
Ah,
out-
the
side
I
!
wind
thought
it
a footstep,
;
my
fancy betide
I
hear
it
again.
challenge
them come.
And Lucinda
dumb.
*'
is
before
me, speechless,
fold
Lucinda,"
heart,
cry as
her to
my
" Speak,
mine
?
angel,
part
For years
I've
longer stay.
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When
I
knew
that
to
go away.
make sacred
this
Where grow
forget-me-not.
The love of my childhood is stronger still As I read in your eyes the sweet 'I will.' And her answer was whispered: " Tho'
long you've roved
We
will
old
kitchen stove."
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