My Granny Joan
And sure a cosy room it was;
Let’s paint it if we can,
The mantle-piece so dazzled me,
Shining with cup and can.
Small scripture pictures on the wall,
King David’s sling and stone,
Our Saviour in his Manger-crib,
How loved my Granny Joan!
How orderly all things appear’d,
Arranged with cottage grace!
She had a place for everything
Gave everything its place.
With earnest hands her work was done:
‘It saves us many a moan
To do the thing in proper time’,
Oft said my Granny Joan.
In person she was somewhat short,
With face as clear as day.
Her eyes were black and bright, her hair
Had fallen into grey;
Her gait was slow, her voice was low
As any brooklet’s tone;
And ‘everything was for the best’,
So said my Granny Joan.
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