The Girl I Used to be
She came tonight as I sat alone
the girl I used to be...
and she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully;

Have you forgotten the many plans and hopes I had for you?

The great career, the splinded fame
all the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke I was very sad
For I wanted her pleased with me...
This slendor girl from the shadowy past
The girl I used to be.

So gently rising I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet and fair.

And I told her, these are my only gems, prescious and fair they are to me;
The silken robe is my motherhood
of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love
and the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go.

And as I spoke to my showdowy guest,
she smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman that I am now
Pleased The Girl I Used to Be.
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