The Old Arm-Chair

by Eliza Cook

Copyright, 1886,
By D. Lothrop & Co.

THE OLD ARM-CHAIR.

I love it, I love it; and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

I've cherished it long as a sainted prize;

I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs

'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;

Not a tie will break, not a link will start.

Would ye learn the spell?—a mother sat there: