'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land; I close my eyes as a lover may At the touch of his sweetheart's hand, And I hear these things in the whisperings...
When country roads begin to thaw In mottled spots of damp and dust, And fences by the margin draw Along the frosty crust Their graphic silhouettes, I say, The Spring is coming round this way. ...
When evening shadows fall, She hangs her cares away Like empty garments on the wall That hides her from the day; And while old memories throng, And vanished voices call,...
When she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble - yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days...
Wasn't it a good time, Long Time Ago - When we all were little tads And first played "Show"! - When every newer day Wore as bright a glow As the ones we laughed away - Long Time Ago! ...
Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still - Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will. Fourth o' July's nothin' to it! - New Year's ain't a smell!...