194. Precious memories, how they linger

1. Precious memories, unseen angels;

   Sent from somewhere to my soul;

   How they linger, ever near me,

   And the sacred past unfold.

   Precious memories, how they linger,

   How they ever flood my soul;

   In the stillness of the midnight,

   Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

2. Precious father, loving mother,

   Fly across the lonely years;

   And old home scenes of my childhood,

   In fond memory appear.

3. As I travel on life's pathway,

   Know not what the years may hold;

   As I ponder, hope grows fonder,

   Precious mem'ries flood my soul.