| Show THE OLD HOME it upon the hillside with the ta tall elms bending ioler it the homestead with the lilacs by the door deor and the quaint old fashioned garden gently sloping down before it I 1 see it just as in the days of yore I 1 remember how the sunshine fell across the the goiden meadows beyond the wooden doorstep door step old and worn and how the hummer cloudlets cloudless cloud lets cast their quickly fl fleeting eating shadows on distant fields fielda of rustling ripening corn in the pleasant roomy kitchen I 1 seamy see my father sitting with leather covered bible open wide while my sweet faced mother listens listen sg as she lays away her knitting and rocks the old red cradle by her side three brown eyed little children with tangled golden tresses when evening prayer in simple words is said gome clinging round her neck with loving soft caresses then merrily go tripping off of to bed 0 happy years of childhood with thoughts so true and loving and sweet and guileless days so full of rest our old hearts love to linger after all our years of roving and clasp fond mem rys pictures to our breast shall we ever in that country the bright and glorious heaven win back tle simple innocence and bliss we knew when in our childhood in the dear old home at even we received our angel mothers goodnight kiss EMILY G |
