The Reading Mother
Strickland Gillilan
1869 to 1954
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Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
I had a mother who read to me
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
I had a Mother who read me lays
Oh, that each mother of boys were such.
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
You may have tangible wealth untold;
I had a Mother who read me tales
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Of Celert the hound of the hills of Wales,
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Which every boy has a right to know.
Richer than I you can never be —
I had a Mother who read me the things
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
I had a Mother who read to me.
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.