THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

Otautau Standard and Wallace County Chronicle, Volume XII, Issue 583, 25 July 1916, Page 2

THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

There's a little house m a little street, A little way from the sea, And, oh, when I'm weary of all the world, It's there that I fain would be! For the world is full of sorrow and care, And the darkness lies, before; And the little house is full of the dreams That were ours, but are ours no more. In the little street, an the long ago, In the little house by the sea, . We dreamed of the days that have had no dawn, Of the years that shall never be. But you were young, and I was young, And we dreamed and) had no care; And dearer and better than life has ibeen .Were the dreams that came to us there. And so, when. Tm weary of all the world, Of its sordid hopes and its pain, I think of the little house that was ours, And 'sigb to be there again. 'Twere Heaven enough if we found ottr dreams, And dreamed them again, maybe, In the little house m the little street, A little way from the sea. A. St. John Adcock.