In the sunset light of a winter night
I shall sail in a ship of gold.
For I am a part of a day gone by,
A part of the years to be,
A part of the strife and the joy of life,
And they each are a part of me.
MY MOTHER’S “BIBLE-BOOK.”
Her little old red “Bible-book”
Lies here upon my stand,
So precious are its memories