Old Memories

In Memory’s name I tread o’er trails
Where once the violets blue
Bedecked the green and shaded glades
That sheltered me and You.

The same old stream goes rippling by
Its banks o’er-clung with vine;
And the same old breeze is crooning
Its song amid the pines.

Across the old and purple hills
Sweet Echo laughs in glee;
Sends her call, the same old charm,
Again to you and me.

– Circa 1928

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