Faces

A.W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

Three Little Faces.

Only three tiny little faces,
That I loved to gaze on long ago,
Sweet mem’ries lines for me now softly traces,
Sweet visions of three faces pure as snow.
I can see them in the balmy evening,
Clapping hands with merry, childish glee,
Crying: Mamma, here comes papa, darling,
He’s come to dance his babies on his knee.

Only three tiny little faces,
Always laughing bringing joy to me,
In them I can see three lovely graces,
Faith and hope and sweet charity.
How I long to hear their merry voices,
Calling as they did in days of yore;
Dearest mamma, here comes, papa, darling,
We’ll meet him with three kisses at the door.

A.W. AUNER’S CARD AND JOB PRINTINC ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

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