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.

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