Classic Poem

(I NSCRIBED TO G EORGE R. Hall .)

What sweet and tender memories —
What joys and griefs are yours and mine!
Hands rest that smote the iv'ry keys,
And still, the lips that sang divine.

Dear ones, near ones have wended
Homeward through the vale of tears;
The voice that charmed has blended
With the silence of the years.

O'er lips that cannot say,
O'er hearts that cannot beat,
The sky bends blue today,
And flowers blossom sweet.

Tho' far apart we've drifted, Hall,
'Tween you and me there's but a single river
And but a single mountain-wall —
'Tween Rose and Jim and us, the vast Forever!

(I NSCRIBED TO G EORGE R. Hall .)

What sweet and tender memories —
What joys and griefs are yours and mine!
Hands rest that smote the iv'ry keys,
And still, the lips that sang divine.

Dear ones, near ones have wended
Homeward through the vale of tears;
The voice that charmed has blended
With the silence of the years.

O'er lips that cannot say,
O'er hearts that cannot beat,
The sky bends blue today,
And flowers blossom sweet.

Tho' far apart we've drifted, Hall,
'Tween you and me there's but a single river
And but a single mountain-wall —
'Tween Rose and Jim and us, the vast Forever!