That you are here in spirit;
Your hand takes mine the same old way,
I feel your heart beat near it;
I look into your eyes and say,
"Father, mother, brother, child,"
(Whoever it may be)
"Let thy presence, true and mild,
Stay near, to whisper me,
Lest I regret again,
And Time bring back to me,
The same old mournful strain,
To linger through Eternity."
Your hand takes mine the same old way,
I feel your heart beat near it;
I look into your eyes and say,
"Father, mother, brother, child,"
(Whoever it may be)
"Let thy presence, true and mild,
Stay near, to whisper me,
Lest I regret again,
And Time bring back to me,
The same old mournful strain,
To linger through Eternity."
Yesterday.
Would you recall it if you could?
Was every moment golden-lined?
Were bright hours spent in happy mood?
Did not a shadow creep behind?
Was some one bettered by your life?
Did aching heart cease thus to beat?
If not, your yesterday was rife
With all that means a sure defeat.
Was every moment golden-lined?
Were bright hours spent in happy mood?
Did not a shadow creep behind?
Was some one bettered by your life?
Did aching heart cease thus to beat?
If not, your yesterday was rife
With all that means a sure defeat.
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