N looking back along the line of years forever gone, imy memory loves to linger and fondly dwell upon A picture which is framed with gems of rarest, purest hue, Re?ecting all along the way an in?uence good and true; A picture towering grand and high like some old beacon light, And Shedding far across life's sea its rays so pure and bright; A guiding star, it ever shines in life's bright morning sky, Pointing the way to Bethlehem's star, Where love shall never die.