The Brookhaven Ledger

There’s an old picture

A sea-view from mirrors

Which ever to me doth recall

Sweet memories of a far-off land.

I brought it with me o’er the sea

Many, aye many a year ago,

When I sought the land where liberty

Made e’en the poor man’s heart aglow.

With fortune’s smiles I have been blest,

I own my houses and my lands.

I know that the wealth which is the best

Is earned by labor’s willing hands.

But among the dearest things I prize

Is this old picture on the wall:

It looks at me with loving eyes

And tender grace o’erspreads it all.

It ’minds me of a time when we

One summer evening rambled, where

We saw the moonbeams kiss the sea,

While the breath of clover filled the air.

Toward the land of the lofty pine

We saw the great ships sailing away.

And a hope grew in her breast and mine,

A hope to reach that land some day.

Fulfillment crowned our hope, and we

Have in that land lived many a year,

Our lives have passed most happily,

Our eyes have seldom felt a tear.

And now when we review the past

And many memories recall,

The sweetest memory ’round us cast

Comes through that picture on the wall.