. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1909 . SmiUgljt Prize Poem WHEN the twilight hours are goldenWith the dreams of yesterday;When a thousand wandering fanciesSteal the golden cares away;Memory lifts the dusky curtainOf the silent shadow-land;Peoples all the world with phantomsBy the magic of her hand. Eager thoughts, at last unfettered, Through familiar pathways the heart of each is turning To a quiet happy a patient mother watches Flickering shadows rise and with the changing fire-light Over ceiling, floor and wall. She is longing, watching, waiting. For he

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. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1909 . SmiUgljt Prize Poem WHEN the twilight hours are goldenWith the dreams of yesterday;When a thousand wandering fanciesSteal the golden cares away;Memory lifts the dusky curtainOf the silent shadow-land;Peoples all the world with phantomsBy the magic of her hand. Eager thoughts, at last unfettered, Through familiar pathways the heart of each is turning To a quiet happy a patient mother watches Flickering shadows rise and with the changing fire-light Over ceiling, floor and wall. She is longing, watching, waiting. For her children far awayAnd is building golden castles In the flames fantastic me, will these castles crumble? Are her hopes and prayers in vain?Will you shatter her illusions And repay her love with pain? — Martha Gash Boswell.

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