Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 145, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 July 1917 — Old Memories. [ARTICLE]

Old Memories.

A quaint little pathway that twisted and turned -——- And passed from our sight at the mill. Then wandered away where the wild flowers burned Their gold in the slope of the hill. How silent It led, with the alders above. Till splashed by the sun streaming through. It ended its way on the threshold of love. Of an old fashioned cottage we knew. Each flower that bloomed ’round the lattice way there Came down from the gardens above— Each new opened blossom gave out on the air Fresh tokens of tenderest love— Each sigh in the trees of the breeze passing through. Each call of a bird for its mate. Befitted this old-fashioned cottage we knew And the old-fashioned folk at the gate. The gourd at the wall, the bucket and sweep, The something that whispered of home. The warmth of tire welcome they treasure and keep To greet a son given to roam; Aye, each little thing, each joy and care That passes in distant review; May we find the old-fashioned cottages there And the old-fashioned couples we knew. —John D. Wells, in Buffalo Evening News.