Hidden treasure …

This post was originally published on October 26, 2009.

Often, if we rummage through old books and folders, or a shoe box that belonged to our parents, we find something we haven’t seen or read in decades. What treasure when we lift open the lid to peer inside.

I found a battered book I received as a gift in 1970, which I read to my children every night. That was forty-one years ago. I knew it was in a box waiting to be discovered yet again. Then quite by chance two nights ago I found a sheet I had typed in 1976 with part of a poem I loved dearly from this book. Here it is in part …

Day Is Done

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like a benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Do you have a favorite memory of a book you read to your kids, or a book someone read to you?

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6 responses to “Hidden treasure …

  1. Such a beautiful and priceless gem, that poem.
    For me, it was the ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ by Robert Lewis Stevenson. It is what brought poetry out in me, and to this day ‘The Swing’ remains one of my favorites:

    How do you like to go up in a swing,
    Up in the air so blue?
    Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
    Ever a child can do!

    Up in the air and over the wall,
    Till I can see so wide,
    Rivers and trees and cattle and all
    Over the countryside -

    Till I look down on the garden green,
    Down on the roof so brown -
    Up in the air I go flying again,
    Up in the air and down!

  2. laradunning

    My two favorite books are The Mitten and Ferdinad the Bull. Both my my read to me and both I read to my step-kids.

  3. That is a treasure, indeed. I love finding old stuff like that. My mom used to keep these little 10cents paper back childrens’ stories in her nightstand and when she laid in bed and read, we’d curl up next to her and read those little stories.
    SHe gave them to me awhile back, tattered and worn, and now they’re in my nightstand. Every so often one of my kids sneaks in and lays with me before I go to sleep, while I”m reading and they ask for those books. SO the cycle continues… and I just love glancing down at my own babies doing the same thing, reading the same stories I did when I was a child.

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