Quoted from Mark Twain's Autobiography
Precious Memories
Precious mem'ries, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Refrain:
Precious mem'ries, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul,
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfoldPrecious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
Refrain:In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes of the past I hear;
Old time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
Refrain: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.
Refrain:Melody & Text: - J. B. F. Wright, 1925
Special honor and thanks is given my mother, whose keen eye caught the pictures that accompany the following memories {unless otherwise noted.} The wealth of history retained in her photos is priceless.
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