“Father Has Turnes the Dear Picture, Again”.

“Father Has Turnes the Dear Picture, Again”.
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A lasste came home who for years had been gone,
Her pride had been conquered, a mother’s love worn,
In youth she had married the choice of her heart,
And lived from her home and her kind. apart;
Her picture was turned to the wall with the BOL
But mem’ry will live, and love conquers at last;
Forgotten the hatred, the pride and disdain,
Her father has turned the dear picture again,

CHORUS
Her name is still blameless, her heart true and tender,
Her soul is still pure after long years of pain;
Her dear mother murmurs, “I pray’d Heaven to send her,” her
And father has turned her dear picture again.
The love of her youth has been long lain away,
He died in her arms like an infant one day:
Once more to the shelter and peace of the “fold,”
She came back the same blue-eyed laaste of old. T
he tokens of youth that she loved long ago,
Are all bera again, for her goodness they know.
The sunshine comes after the darkness and rain,
Her father has turned the dear picture again.