. Barefoot days and sundown songs. The Old Mans Little BrotherLocated on Branch Hill, Milton, N. H. ^ I cannot be a prophetAnd speak to coming ages,With face like old ElijahSo dark on historys just a patch of pasture,With Gods own sky above it;Thats why I am so happy;I smile because I love it. One face so marred in feature The ages neer forget, Across the solemn centuries Is looking at us yet. Christ saw from Calvarys mountain Vast vales of human woe. He brought to us redemption Because He loved us so! I cannot bear his cup I cannot drink;His vision from the mountainIs not
. Barefoot days and sundown songs. The Old Mans Little BrotherLocated on Branch Hill, Milton, N. H. ^ I cannot be a prophetAnd speak to coming ages,With face like old ElijahSo dark on historys just a patch of pasture,With Gods own sky above it;Thats why I am so happy;I smile because I love it. One face so marred in feature The ages neer forget, Across the solemn centuries Is looking at us yet. Christ saw from Calvarys mountain Vast vales of human woe. He brought to us redemption Because He loved us so! I cannot bear his cup I cannot drink;His vision from the mountainIs not for me, I my small patch of pastureI keep my simple that He calls meA brother of the Christ. II THE SONG OF THE HARPER In the twilights dusky gloaming,In the evenings quiet calm,Stood an aged harper, hoary,Softly chanting Davids , the music, sweet and lowly,Pure, distinctly came each was praying, he was was praising Davids Lord. As we gathered close around we listened
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