Experiences of a greenhorn, and other poems . ?* «#. )» 94 r : c::cr-2CD of a Greenhorn GRANDMA MALONEY She was aged grey and feeble,What we call Well up hi had tasted bitter sorrowShed a multitude of she was the soul of sweetnessAnd her heart was filled with love,While her kind face told the storyOf her faith in God Above. As a maiden she had marriedAnd a family had raised;One boy and two girls to love herWhile through life a trail she her helpmate pined and sickenedSoon to cross the Jordons Ford,Twice a daughter hailed the BoatmanWhere his boat called Death is
Experiences of a greenhorn, and other poems . ?* «#. )» 94 r : c::cr-2CD of a Greenhorn GRANDMA MALONEY She was aged grey and feeble,What we call Well up hi had tasted bitter sorrowShed a multitude of she was the soul of sweetnessAnd her heart was filled with love,While her kind face told the storyOf her faith in God Above. As a maiden she had marriedAnd a family had raised;One boy and two girls to love herWhile through life a trail she her helpmate pined and sickenedSoon to cross the Jordons Ford,Twice a daughter hailed the BoatmanWhere his boat called Death is moored She was now Grandma and MotherAnd her grandchild loved her wellPrayer and worship welcomed day-break,God was thanked when evening her neighbors she was honoredThough her joy was most completeWhen a child cried Hello GrandmaRunning toward her on the street. That she was the Soul of BeautyGoes because she Beauty lovedIn her garden see her activeWhere her skill she always , daisies, poppies, pansiesLilacs, lilies, roses
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