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I MEMORIES i, JLhiusg2ai-'inoushts suggested oy'the laying of the new ; corner stone of the new Methodist Church at i, Delmer, May 24, I905. _ _ ( i i You are Building a fair new Church to-day, I You are building it staunch and strong. I The old one is falling Into decay, , It has served you well and long. F.‘ I 5828 through the maples leafy sheen, I 'm, f To wnere its white walls stand, 1 And memories come like a tender dream, f And a place in my thought demand. _ I fancy I sit in the straight-backed pew, I . AS in childhood's carefree days; And join my childish treble too, In the good old hymn's of praise. 1 Or lowly kneeling with reverent air _ I listen - a child again- , . While a well known voice leads In fervent prayer, , And other's reSpond "Amen? _l _ Or in the Sabboth School with my class-mates dear, _ [ SippreSSing our youthful mirth Awile,, Godts blessed word to hear- We had yet to learn its worth- _ While Just within the altar rail, Our superintendent stands, ' i A man of God with kindly smile, . . Plain garb,and toil-worn hands. . " Yes'. in memory I see each well-known face, I Our grandsires with silvered hair, I I And iirandmotnersywearing their caps of lace, ' 1 Strong men, too, and women fair, ( Young men and maidens , in the pride, ( The beauty and bloom of youth, I And little children, side by side, l Listening all to the g0 spel truth i _ But where are they now? those friends once dear; I I ' They are not in the old-time place. _ 30 I 100K around, only here and there i _ I see a familiar face. A There are silver threads on each care-lined brow, , That was youthful - not long ago - ” And their children' s faces remind me now, . l T' Of the playmates I used to know, ' "The others have gone," I hear you say, i, flame with strangers hays made their home; Ebme are winning honor an fame to-day; i aame Alas L in the broad way roam, 1 But wherever they dwell under Heaven's blue arch, Though scattered far and wide, . , Bend memories of home, and the old white Church, Go with them on land or tide, And some have gone to return no more, 1 When the sun sinks low in the west, The old White church casts Its shadow o'etv ‘ The Spot where teir ashes rest, ‘ Eh I Wender again in that quiet place, a _ The engraVen Stones recall y t Tc memory seen dear familiar face, It/r-cf I I had my tears unbidden. Jjra1j, w),,".,,"" ” TF