. Oconeean. t*\ YcVKW 57. PENDLETON ON PARADE My Mountain Home Yearningly toward my far-away home Memory draws me to-night;Lovingly linger I here as I roam, Caught by the vision so , with the loved ones waiting me there ; Home, so bright and so free;Fancies will teem through the happy day dream Devoted to memries of thee. Rugged and steep the cragged peaks rise Near bv the sacred jpot;Once more in memry they burst on my eyes, Not one outline , so dark, hovers over it now, Still not a vestige of gloom ;Yet a few rays from the balmy spring days, And back trips the earth a
. Oconeean. t*\ YcVKW 57. PENDLETON ON PARADE My Mountain Home Yearningly toward my far-away home Memory draws me to-night;Lovingly linger I here as I roam, Caught by the vision so , with the loved ones waiting me there ; Home, so bright and so free;Fancies will teem through the happy day dream Devoted to memries of thee. Rugged and steep the cragged peaks rise Near bv the sacred jpot;Once more in memry they burst on my eyes, Not one outline , so dark, hovers over it now, Still not a vestige of gloom ;Yet a few rays from the balmy spring days, And back trips the earth all abloom. Dearly I love you, my own mountain bower; Sweet are your ties yet to me ;Ofttimes I spend a sweet silent hour Dreaming and thinking of is the charm that clings round thy name. And makes me to utter it low ?Why not other homes seem just the same As the one I left long ago? Strangely no other shade seems so cool, No other flower so bright;No other home so constantly full Of soft, mellow, radiant
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