Poem “My Vision” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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My Vision

Wherever my feet may wander
  Wherever I chance to be,
There comes, with the coming of even’ time
  A vision sweet to me.
I see my mother sitting
  In the old familiar place,
And she rocks to the tune her needles sing,
  And thinks of an absent face.

I can hear the roar of the city
  About me now as I write;
But over an hundred miles of snow
  My thought-steeds fly to-night,
To the dear little cozy cottage,
  And the room where mother sits,
And slowly rocks in her easy chair
  And thinks of me as she knits.

Sometimes with the merry dancers
  When my feet are keeping time,
And my heart beats high, as young hearts will,
  To the music’s rhythmic chime.
My spirit slips over the distance
  Over the glitter and whirl,
To my mother who sits, and rocks, and knits,
  And thinks of her “little girl.”

When I listen to voices that flatter,
  And smile, as women do,
To whispered words that may be sweet,
  But are not always true;
I think of the sweet, quaint picture
  Afar in quiet ways,
And I know one smile of my mother’s eyes
  Is better than all their praise.

And I know I can never wander
  Far from the path of right,
Though snares are set for a woman’s feet
  In places that seem most bright.
For the vision is with me always,
  Wherever I chance to be,
Of mother sitting, rocking and knitting,
  Thinking and praying for me.

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