Show THE DAYS THAT USED TO BE by ANNS ANNE CAMPBELL atrall THE happy days that used aed to bo be trail green paths of allure the little home that sheltered me A nest warm and secure sends up tip its smoke against the sky of memory once mere I 1 see the golden sun climb high aboe my cottage door there never were viere such dawns as those so fragrant and so clean the dew that par kled on tao tl s rose the morning silver sheen shed over oner all of us the grace of the beginning day it was the early morning face of god that turned our way so simple were the hours we so co tranquil were our days I 1 ii is small wonder that content adorned our humble ways and something thing of that beauty clings to bless us tind and bind the present to the happy springs that we me have left behind copyright servi bervice |