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Precious mem'ries, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious mem'ries, how they
linger,
How they ever flood my soul,
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
Precious mem'ries,
how they linger . . .
In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes of the past I hear;
Old time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
Precious mem'ries,
how they linger . . .
As I travel on life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious mem'ries flood my soul.
Precious mem'ries,
how they linger . . .
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