The record-union., 1892-11-12
THE HALLS OF MEMORY.


We visited the halls of memory,
And wandered to and fro;
We heard voice we loved to hear
In the years of the long ago
Like a SOFT sweet strain of music,
1t Sweetly and soothingly fell
On our ears like a far of echo,
Or the ring Of silver bell.
We saw in these halls of our memory
Our childhood's happy home,
The little brook and the wild flowers there,
And the fields where we used to roam,
And the grand old forest in the autumn da
When the air was soft and still,
Save the drum of the partridge, the COO of the
dove
And the song of the whippoorwill.
Many one with a heavy heart
Like Us have wandered through
These old dim halls Of memory,
Whose paintings bring TO view
The winter sports, the spelling school,
The riding down the hill,
And the half forgotten dreams of youth
That made the heart to thrill.
In the dim and dusty halls we saw
a beautiful boy at his play
AS fair as the lovely flowers
In the beautiful month Of May;
His laugh was sweet as the singing
OF the birds on the evening arr,
And gTander than all was the kneeliug
OF that innocent child at his prayer.
We gaZed in rapture upon it:
When slowly it faded from sight,
And in the place Of the picture
We saw, in the dim fading light,
His bat and bail, and a haltWOrn shoe,
His cap and the jacket he wore;
broken nOop, his marbles and top
Lay scattered around on the floor.
In the dim and misty halls we saw
A laughing todding child;
Her cheeks were as red a rOseleaf,
Her cherry lips pouted and smiled.
As we gaZed she vanished, and we saw
Flne dresses Of cam brio and lace
A cradle, q doll and Il coffin,
And cold and a marble-like face.
We saw in these dim and silent halls
Irnkets Of value untold;
Words OF love from loving hearts
More precious than diamonds or gold.
Saw arms of love twine round the neck
When loves last kiss was given,
And eyes were closed ana the heart was still,
And a loved one assembled to heaven.
We saw in the dust of years gone by
A tress of long sunny hair
OF a maiden we knew in the days of youth,
A maiden most wondrOusly fir.
We touched that sillen curl, and the heart
Gave quick, wild throb Of JOY.
For we loved that maiden long years ago,
When but beardless boy
But down in the halls OF our memory
We heard her voice again,
Thrilling our soul with its music
AS sweet as the wind haIp's strain.
But summons came, and she faded away
Like the leaves OF autumn that fall,
But she comes as spirit, and we see her each
In memory's dust-covered hall.
painting, we saw, of our mother who
AS sweetly as in years gone by.
We 6nelt there before it-in fancy a child
And thought that her spirit was nigh.
The years rolled back her lips touched ours,
As a child we knelt BY her there
And listened again to our loving words
As she taught US our evening prayer.
ON through the halls of our memory
Slowly we wende1 our way,
our eyes grew dim and our old heart ached
For the wrecks of the past that lay
Scattered about, for here and there
Were the blighted hopes Of life,
youthful dream, and a broken heart
OF a maiden, q mother and wife.
What precious things Of the past we saw
In memorys time-dimmed halls!
mothers love and fathers care
Were painted upon the walls.
There We're broken rings and broken hearts,
And blighted hopes were there.
With tresses Of silver and tresSes of gold
And tresses of dark brown hair.
Oh! the wrecks flife we saw in the halls
of memory, sad and drear
The broken hearts and the broken vows,
Hopes, green leaves crisp and scar
But misty and dim in the dusty halls
OF memory they rise to our view,
But leave on the heart q shadow of gloom
As slowly they pass III review.
Our holiest love and cherished hopes
In these halls are laid away.
Our childhood years, our dreams Of youth
That blossomed for only day.
But down in the halls of our memory,
Dim with fOurscore years,
We live again as a child OF our youth,
With our hopes, our dreams and our fears.
Lower Lake, September 3, 1892.
-Lakeport Independent.
Horsford's Acid Phosphate
Relieves mental and physical exhaustion.