And nurse the thought that we must die.
Songs of Long Ago
Deep in my heart I cherish memories of the past,
And think of happy moments that have flown away so fast;
I see again the old homestead and my mother dear
Seated by the fireside in her old armchair.
When the springtime flowers bloomed and sweet fragrance filled the air,
When the song of joyous birds made all the world seem fair,
She’d take me on her knee and in accent sweet and low,
She’d sing me many pretty songs—sweet songs of long ago.