lo niany tilinga I do forget, And fain would I remeraber iriKlit things, glad things, my footsteps met Beíore they touched Deceni ber, Jut the home where my childhood learned its songs, And the trees where my father set them, Ind the brook and the bank wher6 the pine belongs, I never cau forget them. io many things I do forget, And fain would I reniember, 3right things, wise things, my footsteps met Before they touched December, 3ut the fricnds of childhood's long ago, By the mountain shadowed river- iïith a fadeless light their ñames shaü glow Forever and forever. 3o many things 1 do forget, And fain would I remember, 3right things, sweet things, my footsteps met Before they crossed November, 3ut the blue of my angel inother's eyea And the tpars of love that wct them, ñnd the hisses of one beyond the skiea, I never shall forget them. Jo many things 1 iB'.-e forgot, Nor wish I to HBmbcr, $ad things, hard tilines, I tell them not To April or December, But the ivies of the mounain wood, ft.nd tho scarlet plums behind them, fíould I forget them if I could, Forgettiug who could find them. 5o many things we do forget, And fain we would remember, Sre feet that danced the minuet Have walked to slow December, Sut the songs that silent lips have sang Our memories silhonette them. líe sing them ovor. We are yoting And never cau forcet thpm.