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~ The Lanes of Memory ~
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the
flowers of yesteryear,
And looking back we smile to see life's bright
red roses reappear,
The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon
us as we passed,
The pansy and the violet, too sweet, we thought
those days, to last.
The gentle mother by the door caresses still .her
lilac blooms,
And as we wander back once more we seem to
smell the old perfumes,
We seem to live again the joys that once were
ours so long ago
When we were little girls and boys, with all the
charms we used to know. .
But living things grow old and fade; the dead
in memory remain,
In all their splendid youth arrayed, exempt from
suffering and pain;
The little babe God called away, so many, many
years ago,
Is still a little babe to-day, and I am glad that
this is so.
Time has not changed the joys we knew; the
summer rains or winter snows
Have failed to harm the wondrous hue of any
dew-kissed bygone rose;
In memory 'tis still as fair as when we plucked
it for our own,
And we can see it blooming there, if anything,
more lovely grown.
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the joys
of yesteryear,
And God has given you and me the power to
make them reappear;
For we can settle back at night and live again
the joys we knew
AndAaste once more the old delight of days
when all our skies were blue.
Edgar A.Guest
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"Sweet Morning Love"
Copyright 2003 Bruce DeBoer
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