(Ballard MacDonald / A. Robert King, 1919)
Often a page of a book turned o'er
Brings back a vision of days of yore;
Only a rose leaf that lingers yet,
Touches a spot that we can't forget:
Once in awhile there's a fragrance rare,
Bringing a lingering vision fair;
Only a thought of a bygone love,
You have been longing and thinking of:
Broken blossoms, maybe a violet blue.
Pansies purple, tenderest thoughts renew
Lillies of white or rose red,
Bring back a mem'ry long since dead,
Broken blossoms in fancy they bloom again.