With measure sweet & dear, Those sounds were music to the soul I ne’er again shall hear ; My childhood, those were joyous day, I have not yet forgot. The pleasant and cheer ; Our mountain sheltered cot those nights too where the wild rose blushed and hung its graceful wreath ; A rippling stream that rushed in the silver threads beneath, my youth too was as happy time and I remember well ; I loved the merry chime ; And peaceful sabbath mellowed by distance as if stole. 

Hand drawn puzzle drawing on empty book leaf (7.5 x 9"), matted w/ archival board to 11 x 14". 

Rare find.