1. There’s a dear old home in the valley,
It has stood there many long years,
’Twas the scene of joys and sorrows,
’Twas the scene of smiles and tears;
We were rocked in the old-fashioned cradle,
Sung to sleep in the old rocking chair;
But the mother who sang then so sweetly,
Sings today in the home over there.
2. That vine-covered home, how I loved it,
With its low hanging porch, near the well;
O, to think once again of my childhood,
Brings a thrill that my tongue cannot tell;
But the memory dearer than other,
As I look o’er the years fraught with care;
Is the memory of that precious mother,
As she sat in the old rocking chair.
3. How she watched o’er the flowers in the garden,
Trained the vines running over the wall,
Wreathing window with bright morning glories,
’Neath the great maple tree shading all;
But her work here on earth now is ended,
Nevermore will I hear her in prayer;
Yet I know she is now with the Savior,
And I’ll meet her at last over there.
Born: July 23, 1856, Williamstown, Massachusetts.
Died: January 2, 1927, Zion City, Illinois.
Buried: Mount Olivet Cemetery.
Frederick Arthur Graves, Orphaned at age 9, Graves was diagnosed with epilepsy when he was 14. At age 21, he moved to Nobles County, Minnesota, and it appeared for a while that his seizures had stopped. Grateful for having been healed, he began to serve the American Sunday School Union. He studied the Bible and music in Chicago, Illinois, and Northfield, Massachusetts. Upon return to Minneapolis and hearing evangelist John Alexander Dowie, Graves experienced permanent healing, which provided a backdrop for his Gospel songs. Later, he moved to Zion City, Illinois, where he lived the rest of his life. All of his ch… Go to person page >