14 A COUNTRY DRIVE. 



And the winding road before us 

 Seems to mingle with the chorus, 

 While the dark grey mare is stepping, stepping, stepping all 

 the way. 



Then old memories come, and waking, 

 Tell of when my heart was breaking, 



And my mind goes drifting sadly to the years long, long 

 ago; 

 And a fair form seems to meet me 

 By the old grey house, and greet me 



As it did when I was younger, in the years long, long ago. 



Then it comes, that sacred feeling, 

 And those nights that found me kneeling, 

 And the dark, dark time of torture, .and the breaking of 

 the day ; 

 And my sad thoughts seem to mingle 

 With the scene, and senses tingle, 

 While the dark grey mare is stepping, stepping, stepping all 

 the way. 



After, when the moon is shining 



And the day is fast declining, 

 And the object of my journey is accomplished, I return. 



In the wood the shades are falling, 



Where the lonely owl is calling, 

 And the herd of timid deer are lying hidden in the fern. 



