Just Folks

The Old-Fashioned Pair

          'Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs,
          And a porch that seems made for just two easy chairs;
          In the yard is a group of geraniums red,
          And a glorious old-fashioned peony bed.
          Petunias and pansies and larkspurs are there
          Proclaiming their love for the old-fashioned pair.

          Oh, it's hard now to picture the peace of the place!
          Never lovelier smile lit a fair woman's face
          Than the smile of the little old lady who sits
          On the porch through the bright days of summer and knits.
          And a courtlier manner no prince ever had
          Than the little old man that she speaks of as "dad."

          In that little old house there is nothing of hate;
          There are old-fashioned things by an old-fashioned grate;
          On the walls there are pictures of fine looking men
          And beautiful ladies to look at, and then
          Time has placed on the mantel to comfort them there
          The pictures of grandchildren, radiantly fair.

          Every part of the house seems to whisper of joy,
          Save the trinkets that speak of a lost little boy.
          Yet Time has long since soothed the hurt and the pain,
          And his glorious memories only remain:
          The laughter of children the old walls have known,
          And the joy of it stays, though the babies have flown.

          I am fond of that house and that old-fashioned pair
          And the glorious calm that is hovering there.
          The riches of life are not silver and gold
          But fine sons and daughters when we are grown old,
          And I pray when the years shall have silvered our hair
          We shall know the delights of that old-fashioned pair.