THE LOVE CUP
Copyright, 1892. by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Will H. Fox.
The scene which I will picture is sacred to my heart-
A homestead in which I form'ly lived;
And yet the fates had willed it so that from it I must part,
To be there all I now possess I'd give.
On Christmas or Thanksgiving and on New Year's, too, as well,
The fam'ly 'round the table eat in joy;
The usual prayer was said, then stories we would tell,
And father gave this toast without alloy:-
Pass 'round the love cup, drink to those who're present,
God bless the absent-free from care and strife;
Watch o'er the children, don't neglect your parents,
God bless the mother, the helpmate, the wife!
Within that humble dwelling I first learned right from wrong,
From mother, whose teachings were so true.
A father's fond affection and a sister's love so strong
Was mine: and yet I left them, which I rue.
No deed or action have I done unworthy of their love,
To-morrow is their wandering boy's birthday;
My mother's face I'll see, us gentle as a dove,
And listen to my dear old father say:-Chorus.