A Solemn Song

In the lap of those misty hills

Lies a home that I cherish most,

There old vines grow on the window sills,

Garden paths with old lampposts,

Among palms they stand like ghosts.

I think of leisurely days spent there,

Of sunsets gold, of easy strolls

In environ pure and mountain air,

Along the pathways to grassy knolls

Those happy times when life was whole.

I dream of those tranquil days

When winds blew soft and low,

Evenings serene with mellow lays

When setting suns cast a deep glow

On the trees that grow row after row.

Yet nothing to me holds more value

Than genial smiles, faces so dear

What else tenderer, sweeter we know

Than the family’s love, hearts sincere

When we all together, all were there.

Though many reunions would come and go

No more will be there that departed soul

Gone to slumber that no waking knows

As grave is for all humans a final goal

So why to weep tears on Divine scroll?