(by J.F.B. Wright)

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 appear.

	Precious mem'ries, ...
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, ...

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