Show f Memories l By y Lowe W. W Wren Beneath the shelter of the porch a. a i I Amid mid th the shadows In the the arms of the evening I 1 sit and dream of you The night wind sighs its con coming ln Y N I feel its cool advance The tree tops mingle with its murmur murmur And I deem its deep perfume Comes COPles from the rose and you A little thing But But- Butah ut ah all all- It was the little things we once held dear J. Your glove that oft bewitched my arm L' L A fleeting glance one momentary smile They moved me over much for little things I And now like sunshine an and the air I Their touch remains |