Classic Poem

1. 'Round my Indian a homestead wave the cornfields, In the
distance loom the woodlands clear and cool, . . . . Often
times my tho'ts revert to scenes of childhood, Where I
first received my lessons-Nature's school, . . . . But
one thing there is missing in the picture, With
out her face it seems so incomplete, . . . . I
long to see my mother in the doorway, As she
stood there years ago, her boy to greet, . . . .
2. Many years have passed since I strolled by the river, Arm in
arm, with sweet-heart Mary by my side, . . . . It was
there I tried to tell her that I loved her, It was
there I begged of her to be my bride, . . . . Long
years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard, She's
sleeping there my angel Mary dear, . . . . I
loved her but she thought I did'nt mean it, Still I'd
give my future were she only here. . . .
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash, From the
fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay, . . . . Through the
sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the
banks of the Wabash, far away. . . .