JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd br Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes, br So, in your simple, homespun art, old honest Yankee friend, br A power o' tearful, sweet seggestion lies. br We see it all--the pictur' that our mem'ries hold so dear-- br The homestead in New England far away, br An' the vision is so nat'ral-like we almost seem to hear br The voices that were heshed but yesterday.