A Photo

If I only had a photo
Of my happy days
To hang on this wall of misery,
That’s weakening my better ways.

Oh! come, oh! gentle vision,
Of long, long ago,
And make that happy picture
That I once use to know.

Paint those beautiful eyes,
That did always shine
And liven my trembling lips
That they taught to speak words unkind.

Why my lips us to part
With a loving, tender smile,
But those days are stolen
That meant me life worth while.