I have stored them in my memory
these thoughts of bye-gone years,
Hoping to someday breathe them
into sympathetic ears
And some are bright with sunshine
And some are dim with tears.
From river, and hill, and valley,
From the white mists' Fleecy store,
From the thunder's deafening roar;
From nature and life I have gathered
These thoughts and their humble lore.
I know the language is simple;
But the thoughts are true and deep,
They may rouse the heart from sorrow,
Or soother the eyes to sleep;
And some may laugh when they read them
And some may sofltly weep,
So I send them forth on their mission,
Far over the oceans wide;
Right into the crowded cities-
Or to caves where hermits hide;
And into the hearts of the people
May they quickly, soflty glide.
Mary Gaillie |
