Recollections
What a flood of sweet remembrance
Comes back to me tonight
As I sit and watch the embers' ruddy glow
In the shadows that are dancing.
On the wall I seem to see
The faces and the forms of long ago
Every shadow tells a story
Every flicker of the fire
Brings thoughts of someone dear
In distant climes
And my heart is ever yearning
For the picture memory weaves
Of the days I love to call old times
Old times, good days forever past and gone
Memory brings its treasures from all climes
Of friends so far away, of loved ones 'neath the clay
Who were with us in the good, old times
All alone I sit and ponder
While the embers fade and die
And the ashes fall like snowflakes on the hearth
Thinking sadly of the dear ones
That we want to gather here
They are scattered now alas, all o'er the earth
Like the fire my life is ending
All its grief's and pleasures gone
But memory like the swell of distant chimes
Brings me back again in vision
Of that I love to gaze upon
'Tis a vision of those good old times
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