Show the old log cabin before me in its beauty lies the tile pi alrie 11 and the th cloud above a j swiftly passing train the trees upon the distant hills aie ate t A summer haze Is resting on oil t the lie yet in enior IV 1 ON a fallet 1110 and a spot 4 ot within it fur far to mo mea A bin knoll beside a winding wi tiding where a little old log labin used to be when whon d delight diet behind tha tile distant mountain and th tho alt ha has lild bild the film ma then tetuan to scenes of childhood and on oil lifts lifes ino ining sheds its light the ait glim ineis out upon the na atel i where undisturbed the minnows i blot ed lite u y 11 ahe he th didamy eamy cara cars but added to thur gumbei thy tile kittil did los lug abin labin l to b be e the wolli to us was as bounded b thet the tot foiest eat that stretched etched avia aia we ne beaked but little I 1 the winter but foretold foie tote told a season when toses gave gae heir their to the air it in I 1 spiking there came canie the chil childrens diens and laughter laugh tei the tile samper scampered cd up tip the nearest tree and chattered to the tile wildly b irking collie where the little old olti log cabin med wied to be tho the bobolink bob o link linic aboe abole the closer cloer blosom 0 sang oer again hla song of summer joys and bob white froin ills lils beside the inea meadow dou kept watch upon the collie and the boys bos alone along the crooked pathway to the river the twittering eting bluebird blue bird and the chick adee a dee flew in and out among the ferns and anti willows where the little old log cabin used to be the timid deer looked in across the wheat held field the partridge hid her fledglings in the brush the olce of robin Wd redbreast breast in the orchard wag was mingled with the singing of the thrush the crow and marten quarreled or oer tho the cl etrIng we 1 l them the never neer could agree the hardest problem of oui ear early ly childhood whre the little old log cabin used to be the silent indian glanced glat iced within the booi ills squaw bild lild down doun her but baiden den in the graas grass and looking oer her lier gaily colored baa keb how would a summer evening pass the tile twain enjoyed the whito mans mails ample amp le supper A breeze cime in across the distant lea the latchstring Litch string db appeared the day was while the little old log cabin used to be alie frer on off whip poor hlll ill commenced ills 1114 music the alade crickett joined the evening sero sere the moonlight glistened on oil the leafy maple and in fit aid and out a among mong its branches placed ida ed the night wind noid stirred the tile vines ines around the tile vin idov do and whispered in III its IN didamy lullaby hile 11 ll mitan was a v tapped in peaceful slumber bhele the tile little old log cabin used to be when the fitful dream of tills tilli short life Is 14 over 0 er and we nc lay its burdens down what will mill we e care for earthly fame or alot what mitter if the people cheer or flown leave what remains of this old worn orn out body high on ou a mountain top or in the sea but let n longing spirit once more wan aan dei chete tho the little old log cabin used to be lie ave A let the blossom by the river the rhe fragrant lilies deck its quiet breast the giant maple shape the humble door w iii inviting every enery wanderer to rest there let the panting collie sit beside me and listen to the shouts of childish glee for baLk backward ward on lifes pathway path iNay lies my heaven hea an where the little old log cabin a use used d to be albert greenwood |