THAT KISS OF LONG AGO.
Copyright,1889, by John F. Ellis & Co,
Words and Music Wm. b. Hall.
'Tis joy when memory recalls
The days when but a child.
When I would sit upon my mother's knee.
Her pretence saved me from despair,
And gave my life its bloom,
They were pleasures that I never more shall see.
I'd run with little arms outstretched,
How fondly me she'd greet.
And speak her love in tender words,
With kisses soft and sweet.
Each night my little crib she'd rock,
With love and heaven's bliss.
And as I'd reach the land of dreams,
Her good-night was a kiss.
Forever may those thoughts divine ne'er from my bosom fade,
Oh, could they-oh, could they in their splendor bestow
Those happy moments that have passed away with mother dear,
'And that fond and precious kiss of long ago.
Through days of doubt and darkness,
With fear And trembling breath,
I've often missed that kiss with earnest love.
Her voice to me was sweeter
Than a nest of nightingales,
Twas pure as heaven's air from above.
This life has many crosses,
As well as joys to share,
With grief and disappointments,
Which you and I must hear;
Fond mem'ries come and hover near
That I might chance to gaze
Upon my mother's face again
As in my childhood days.-Chorus.
Our days may pleasantly he passed,
With friends to Mess and cheer,
But roam where'er you will, you'll never find
A love as pure and gentle
As that of a mother dear,
With hope, advice and blessings all combined.
So learn to make the most of life,
Make glad each passing day,
For time will never bring thee back
A chance once swept away.
Leave no tender words unsaid,
Do good while she may last,
For well you know the mill can't grind
With waters that have passed.--Chorus