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Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3434, 24 December 1879, Page 1

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I GRANDMOTHER GEEY. •

Grandmother Grey by tho window sat, And looked at tho sotting sun, And watched the cows aa they slowly came From the pasture one by one: And back to the •' long ago/ Her memory travelled fast, While the dim eyes closed as she lived again 'Mid scenes of the happy past. " Let me see," she murmured, " Ah, yet, I know; It was there by the pasture gate That Robin, with milking pail and stool For sty, caning used to wait. It was just a week of our wedding day, That he fell bo sick and died; And I laid my heart in the grave with him, And loved none other beside. " But, ah! it was for my father's sake That I wedded Farmer Grey, And we've both been tender and trne and kind As the yearß have slipped away, But I wonder much, when the hour doth come That my eoul shall be called "above, Shall I, as the wife of Farmer Grey, Seek Robin, my only love ?" a! , ■ ■ And the sun went down in the golden west, And the cows came safely home, As Grandmother Grey at the window sat, While her thoughts seemed yet to roam. But the angels came for her waiting soul While the twilight shadows fell, And grandmother Grey, the farmer's wife, With Robin has gone to dwell.