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My Hand-In-Hand Companion.
MY HAND-IN-HAND COMPANION .
To the old home farm returning , 'Mid the April evening g looms , I kiss the faces that knew me , Ancl I turn to the vacant rooms , The scenes of my long-past childhood The doors that I open recall , The blossoming windows of summer , The fruit-laden orchards of fall .
I go to the tenantless chamber ; The moon glimmers over tlie eaves , And a light , as in years long vanished In the latticed window leaves . And , in fancy , night's viewless angel Goes by with a muffled tread , As I gaze with an answerless longing On the little one ' s empty bed .
There were little blue eyes that for ever Have vanished from my sight ; A heart of affection that never Will throb on my own with delight . I shall never again kneel beside him , I shall pray in the silence instead . Fall gently , 0 clews , in the graveyard , Where the green nryrtles cover his bed
My hand-in-hand companion , That the years will never restore , The little lost hand 'neafh the mosses Will lock in my fingers no more ! As the moonlight all white is the pillow Where rested a curl-circled head , Ancl the April winds sigh through the willow That waves o ' er the little one ' s bed .
0 dear little lips that no longer In love will be lifted to mine ! 0 clear little arms that grew stronger , My neck in their ring to entwine ! Each place , gentle heart , where I loved thee , Is sprinkled with tears I have shed , And the glow of lost years of affection Comes back as I gaze on thy bed .
I think of the gardens immortal , Ancl I seem in a vision to see A little hand open the portal A mi ghty hand closes to me , I know be is safe with our Father , And I turn from the thought of -the dead ,-And I see in my faith but a pillow Where an angel once rested its head .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
My Hand-In-Hand Companion.
MY HAND-IN-HAND COMPANION .
To the old home farm returning , 'Mid the April evening g looms , I kiss the faces that knew me , Ancl I turn to the vacant rooms , The scenes of my long-past childhood The doors that I open recall , The blossoming windows of summer , The fruit-laden orchards of fall .
I go to the tenantless chamber ; The moon glimmers over tlie eaves , And a light , as in years long vanished In the latticed window leaves . And , in fancy , night's viewless angel Goes by with a muffled tread , As I gaze with an answerless longing On the little one ' s empty bed .
There were little blue eyes that for ever Have vanished from my sight ; A heart of affection that never Will throb on my own with delight . I shall never again kneel beside him , I shall pray in the silence instead . Fall gently , 0 clews , in the graveyard , Where the green nryrtles cover his bed
My hand-in-hand companion , That the years will never restore , The little lost hand 'neafh the mosses Will lock in my fingers no more ! As the moonlight all white is the pillow Where rested a curl-circled head , Ancl the April winds sigh through the willow That waves o ' er the little one ' s bed .
0 dear little lips that no longer In love will be lifted to mine ! 0 clear little arms that grew stronger , My neck in their ring to entwine ! Each place , gentle heart , where I loved thee , Is sprinkled with tears I have shed , And the glow of lost years of affection Comes back as I gaze on thy bed .
I think of the gardens immortal , Ancl I seem in a vision to see A little hand open the portal A mi ghty hand closes to me , I know be is safe with our Father , And I turn from the thought of -the dead ,-And I see in my faith but a pillow Where an angel once rested its head .