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Show AN OLD HOME. Dooryard full of daisies. Trees knee deep in grass. Bowing, bending, swaying As trie breezes pass. Straggling tiger lilies j Near the old rail fence. Redolent wit hmeaning. Of the years gone hence. Close beside the door rock Bush of lilac stands, Tapping at the window With its purple wands. Robin on the well sweep Sings the sweet old song. Whippoorwills at even' Voice their sense of wrong. Empty barn and woodshed Seen, through open door 'Mind one of the plenty Ever there of yore. Over all' a woodbine Clambers with wild grace, Giving a new beauty ,. To the dear old place. Old home full of mem'ries, Fragrant as the rose. Growing ever sweeter To life's vry close. Boston Transcript. |