Remembrance

Do you remember When a little child And wakened from some troubled dream In stillest, darkest hour of the night Startled and afraid, Your childish hand reached out Touched some familiar thing— Perhaps one that had shared Your hours of play; And with a sigh of deep content, Your sleep flushed cheek Was laid again upon the warm pillow The memory of those play-time hours Mayhap the tho't of sunny days to come Made sweet your sleep Altho the night Were no more bright Than it had been before.

Time, perchance, has brought maturity But in the midnight moments of our lives We reach out still To touch some solid, long loved thing. It may be but a memory Of some golden yesterday That gives to our tomorrows Fresh courage, hope and cheer As we clasp it for a moment to our hearts So dear it is—so dear!