Up Stairs
We mount the way to mother's roomFor benediction waiting there,—Her face, that crowns the twilight gloomAbove the stair.
We mount the way to mother's God,Led by a benison of prayerStep upon step, where she hath trodUp life's steep stair.
Virginia Woodward Cloud (1861–1938)
We mount the way to mother's roomFor benediction waiting there,—Her face, that crowns the twilight gloomAbove the stair.
We mount the way to mother's God,Led by a benison of prayerStep upon step, where she hath trodUp life's steep stair.