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Catalog Number KSa020037
Collection Kate Strong Historical Library
Object Name Poem
Title The Old Double Door
Dates of Creation 1867 c
Scope & Content THE OLD DOUBLE DOOR
By Shepard A. Mount
I am gray-haired now, but I still can see,
This old hall door as it looked to me
In early life-when a wild young boy,
I o'er it bounded with mirthful joy.
I often think with a dreamy eye
Of those golden hours so long gone by;
Of that sweet sleep I shall know no more
At the sunny side of this old hall door;
The Old Double Door, the broad panel door,
And the long iron hinges it turned on of yore.

The home of my childhood, is home to me still,
Though shadows have passed o'er the time
worn sill;
The faces have vanished that made it dear,
And lights have gone out that once shone here.
Yet, all is not darkness, while loved ones are
nigh
To look out with me on the deep solemn sky,
And commune with the dead on that far off
shore,
Now gone forever from our old hall door.

How kindly it swung at the beggar's call,
When the tread of my Mother was heard in
the hall;
How gently .it closed when they chose to
depart,
By the same dear hand, and a trusting heart.
Alas I for the changes that meet our return;
Now, the tall grass bends to the willow and
urn-
And vainly we listen to hear once more,
The voice that governed the old hall door

O'er the dark gray roof, and trailed to the
ground,
The wild trumpet creepers profusely abound
Studded all o'er with their waving flowers,
Where the humming-birds sport in the scarlet
bowers; .
To this beautiful home of my infant life,
When my heart grows tired of its toilsome
strife,
Then weary I come to see once more
The forms of the past at our old hall door.

Faithful old door, I no more may renew
The joys of the past so familiar to you;
The dearest of all, she returns here no more
To brighten the shadows of clouds gone
before.
No elastic rubber, nor springs of steel,
Ever force you against the stranger's heel;
And thus-and-ever-I trust you will be,
Thrown open to all who may journey to thee.
The Old Double Door, the broad panel door,
And the long iron hinges it turned on of yore.
Notes This is a reprint from an unidentified newspaper. The poem is printed under the banner "Original Poetry"