When Mother reads aloud, the past
 Seems real as every day;
 I hear the tramp of armies vast,
 I see the spears and lances cast,
 I join the thrilling fray;
 Brave knights and ladies fair and proud
 I meet when Mother reads aloud. 

When Mother reads aloud, far lands
 Seem very near and true;
 I cross the desert’s gleaming sands,
 Or hunt the jungle’s prowling bands,
 Or sail the ocean blue.
 Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
 I scale, when Mother reads aloud.

 When Mother reads aloud, I long
 For noble deeds to do…
 To help the right, redress the wrong;
 It seems so easy to be strong,
 So simple to be true.
 Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd 
 My eyes, when Mother reads aloud.

                                        — Anonymous

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