Linden Harp ‎#31

31. Death of a teacher

1 It only seems like yesterday,
The morning fresh and cool,
When first with satchel on my arm,
I bent my steps to school.

2 Our teacher kindly took my hand,
And sweetly on me smiled:
For O, she had not yet forgot
That she was once a child.

3 She still look'd young and beautiful,
But to my fancy seem'd
That, even in her happiest moods,
Of brighter lands she dream'd.

4 She often spoke of some far shore,
Where all her treasure lay;
And said that soon her little bark
Would moor within its bay.

5 We thought she'd like the holidays,
That thither she mighty fly--
To that bright land, where tears, she said,
Are wiped from every eye.

6 One morn we miss'd her from the school;
Day follow'd after day;
Another teacher fill'd her place,
And still she stay'd away.

7 And still she stay'd, and ne'er return'd,
For unto her was given
A never-ending holiday
In the bright land of heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: It only seems like yesterday
• Title: Death of a teacher
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1855

Tune Information

• Name: [It only seems like yesterday]
• Key: G Major or modal