Honor thy father and thy mother.@Exodus 20:12
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Frederick A. Graves (1856-1927)

Frederick A. Graves, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

There’s a dear old home in the valley,
It has stood there many long years,
’Twas the scene of joys and sorrows,
’Twas the scene of smiles and tears;
We were rocked in the old-fashioned cradle,
Sung to sleep in the old rocking chair;
But the mother who sang then so sweetly,
Sings today in the home over there.

That vine-covered home, how I loved it,
With its low hanging porch, near the well;
O, to think once again of my childhood,
Brings a thrill that my tongue cannot tell;
But the memory dearer than other,
As I look o’er the years fraught with care;
Is the memory of that precious mother,
As she sat in the old rocking chair.

How she watched o’er the flowers in the garden,
Trained the vines running over the wall,
Wreathing window with bright morning glories,
’Neath the great maple tree shading all;
But her work here on earth now is ended,
Nevermore will I hear her in prayer;
Yet I know she is now with the Savior,
And I’ll meet her at last over there.