|credit: Library of Congress|
In this Hodges' scrapbook are the words of the song, "Our Yesterdays", lyrics by Francis Lake and music composed by Herbert Leslie.
I've spent far too much time in an unsuccessful attempt to embed the audio clip. Instead of pursuing that any further, I will simply post the link to the Library of Congress where you may hear a 1919 recording of the song, sung by Elsie Baker. If you would like to hear more of Elsie Baker's recordings, The Internet Archive has several recordings.
The world moves along with its sorrow and song,
We live in a land of dreams;
The troubles we share, disappointments and care
But quicken the joy, it seems.
We list to the rhymes at the thought of old times,
That memory's spell betrays;
And on her swift wings comes the maker of things,
The dream of our yesterdays.
It's often the past that we love most at last,
Althought it comes back through tears;
The pleasures of now, they are sweeter, somehow,
When seen through the glass of years.
A love-light of old, like a rainbow of gold,
A picture of youth portrays;
And like some sweet song we are drifted along
To dream of our yesterdays.