Show I I Remember and I JVontler Yes I remember every note That brought me pain or sadness And each sweet letter that she wrote I To fill my heart with gladness I call to mind the many days Our sky remained unclouded I When every thought of sorrows way In mystery was shrouded I The pretty flowers she kindly sent I still can fondly treasure In memory of acts that lent I Their quota t my pleasure But when the love she freely gave Was taken from my keeping A life was filled with nothing save Vain bitterness and weeping Yet sometimes when my lonely soul With grief grows tired and weal And listens to the thunders roll > Till all seems dark and dreary I wonder if the storms of life r I I Make dim her coming morrow j If so Id gladly bear the strife To give her less of sorrow The Amerlwi I |