A Memory
M. White
Oh! To be light of heart once more,
To ride through the woods again,
As once I rode ere sweetest joy,
Had turned to saddest pain
Do you remember that glad day,
That sun-bathed day in June,
When all the world was harmony,
And you the perfect tune?
No on will ever love a tune,
As I that simple lay,
Content to live because you were
So good to me that day.