The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1908-11-11
Do You Remember I


Memory There are smiles and tears
i'll the word. There are blessings aud
curses. comedies and tragedies, deaths
and births. loves and hatreds, all of
the bitter and sweet of life. only that
the sweet has grewn swectcr and the
bitter has lost its bitterness Memory
Is an alehemist II changes the baser
metals into gold. Grief loses its pang,
the rough places seem softened. the
loves are intensified. and over all shines
reflected glory The uglineSs is lost
and the beauty remains. The past Is
enchanted ground. and We visit the
temple of memory ms our holy of holieS.
There is our gallery of paintings, our
keepSakes a pair of little shoes an old
pressed and faded flower. How little
II takes to call them all unto us-a
word, Il song, the perfume of rose. II
hahA's laughter and here come troop
ing back all those whom We used 10
know. father and mother p'aymatcs
and sweetheart. and their faces shine
with new light. translieured by I'M
mortality, for are they not immortal
to us?
Do you remember? That Is the most
pregnant question In language. DO you
remember when you were n little tad
splashing barefooted in the runs and
poalsf DO you remember when you
went 10 school In the little school
house ON the hilIy DO you remember
the old playground and the games of
BLACK man, hide and go seek. " long
town" ball and bull PEN Do YOU
remember how You coasted down the
long hill in winter; Then do you re
member when the warm spring days
came on, how you thought that school
would never let out never DO YOU
remember In the summer how You had
IL hoe corn when you knew the fish
We're Just dying 10 bite il they only
had a chance And do you remember
The deaeon's watermelon patch? Bnt |
forget ferhans you were II good boy
Who did not Visit watermelon patches
after night
DO Won remember? Oh, there are So
many things 10 remember DO you
remember when you Went away Ia II
burger sehoel when ambitions Voice
began 10 call 10 YOU And the letters
you got from home In the crnmpcd. old
fashioned writing, but full of love and
solieitudei Then when you graduated
low proud We're the old folks, They
Mere repaid for all their skimpng and
SAY ing To S,nd you To school. Then
You stood eu the threshold of man.
hood. and the battle of life was before
yoti. iioa went into the world, and
the old folhs hearts aehed for you.
hut you never knew
DO YOU remember Your first sweet
heart There she stands with the sun
light ON her hnir in the old and golden
days that are dead But she went out
1T your life First swecthearts nearly
always do SHE married another or
she died Rul We VIII draw the curtain
over that
DO You remember the old home
stead: Probably dilapldated now. n
sagging fence around 1t. amid the APP
pie trees. n honcly and old fashioned
place perhaps. but To YOU the most
sacred spot on earth You VIII never
forget 1t. 1t will he the last memory
10 linger " hen the shadows close about
the end OF The path Up by the little
old church are some graves Your
dead sleep there Everything about the
place Is dear 10 YOU. even the memory
Of It's sorroWs.
Who would forget? When | go to
heaven, II | ever do. should | be grant
ed but one treasure 10 carry With me
| Will take the memory of my beyhoed.
for | can feed ON that for an eternity
and he haDpN