Memories Harps

I hear the solemn notes float by,
They fill me with melancholy
I shed a sentimental tear
As I recall a by-gone year

The music plays so slow and sweet,
Then falls in silence at my feet,
It fills me with sweet-bitter pain
For I cannot go there again

As years keep trickling slowly by
'Neath summer sun or star-lit sky,
I gaze on pastures where I played
Among the blooms of yesterday

As present sonnets fade away
To tune the harps of yesterday
Lord, help sound each note with care
For soon it will be playing there