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IN our store of recollection, in our book of life's short day, We may find sonic fond remembrance growing sweeter down the way; Some fond face, some cheerful study, lifting every cloud of gloom ; Radiance, the cherished motto, framed and part of every room ; But about that picture hover, leaves to wither and repose, But the rainbow kisses gently, dewdrops on each earth-born rose; Dewdrops from a sky of crystal, studded with the gems of light Beam at dawn when from the shadow they have vanished with the night. Heart as lovely as the flowers touched with heaven's sweetest dews, Variegated as the rainbow, which we know by changeless hues; With a beam which lifts the shadow, cheerful, morning, noon or night Constant as the sun at noonday in the principles of right; Such an one was our good fortune years agone to gladly meet; Such an one has crossed the river, to her sweet and peaceful sleep; Well she served her short probation, true she won the crown- ing prize And upon Life's sands her footprints ever are before our eyes. Cheerful heart, we hear the echo of your voice so sweet and free; Even as the birds in spring-time, drifting in where'er we be, And their echo carries thither, accents vivid from the scroll, Aye the phonograph, dispensing cheerful thoughts from happy soul-- They are from our good friend Jennie, just across the Great Divide, Yet we hear her quite as clearly, as if closely at our side. Loving thoughts and sweet remembrance, as the years go rushing by. Hopeful life, your day soon ended, just a transient sad good- by. |
