Thus in fancy oft I seek her
As I sought her long ago,
In the old familiar pathways
Where our feet were wont to go;
And I catch a faint reflection
Of the joys of that lost time,
As I gaze in memory's mirror
At that old sweetheart of mine.
Would she know me now I wonder,
Will she know me when we meet
In that land of truer vision
Where our lives shall be complete?
Will she have a smile of welcome
For the earthly love she bore,
Those old days will she remember,
When we meet to part no more?
As I sought her long ago,
In the old familiar pathways
Where our feet were wont to go;
And I catch a faint reflection
Of the joys of that lost time,
As I gaze in memory's mirror
At that old sweetheart of mine.
Would she know me now I wonder,
Will she know me when we meet
In that land of truer vision
Where our lives shall be complete?
Will she have a smile of welcome
For the earthly love she bore,
Those old days will she remember,
When we meet to part no more?
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