MY CHILDHOOD'S HAPPY HOME.
Copyright, 1892, by P. H. Stauffer.
Words and Music by Peter High Stauffer.
After many weary years, full of gladness, full of tears,
I again behold my childhood's happy home;
As a pilgrim, wan and worn, at the home where I was born,
'Mongst the happy scenes of childhood here I roam.
Here a father, old and gray-I can see his face to-day -
Gave to me these parting words, "God bless my boy;"
And a mother as she pressed me in parting, to her breast.
Left to me a lasting legacy of joy.
Oh, my childhood's happy home, as a pilgrim here I roam,
'Midst familiar scenes of childhood's happy days;
Kindest friends and comrades dear, holy mem'ries cluster here.
They, like angels, guard me on my pilgrim ways.
Here I spent life's happiest hours-shady nook and leafy bowers,
Waken recollections of my childhood's home;
In the old familiar place, where I see the stranger's face,
As In days of yore again to-day I roam.
Hallowed ground I softly tread-mem'ries from the sainted dead,
Bringing back to me my childhood's happy day*;
Father, mother, brother dear, holy mem'ries cluster here.
Guarding me like angels on my pilgrim ways.-Quartette.