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The Past.
There is old age in its reverence , And there is youthful grace , — I note the stalwart presence I greet the smiling face—All crowd in upon my loneliness ,
And fill my silent room , And lighten up each dim recess , And cheer its solitary gloom ; Like legends of the vanished past , They have a voice for me , Of loving mates , of friendship past , Of grace , of strength , of witchery .
The Past ! the Past ! the solemn Past ! How mystic is its sway , Which o ' er our life-long journey cast , — Tis ours to obey . Say what we will we cannot live Without a Past to-day :
And to that Past we all must give All that here fleets away . I care not what the world may say , Or what it has in store , I reck not what befalls each day ,
As Time grows older evermore ; But this I claim , and never From its presence will I part : The Past , the Past , which for ever Is graven in my heart ! NEMO .
A Perfectly Awfully Lovely Poem.
A PERFECTLY AWFULLY LOVELY POEM .
THERE was once a perfectly modern girl , With perfectly modern ways , Who saw perfection in everything That happened to meet her gaze . Such perfectllovelthings she saw
y y , And perfectly awful , too , That none would have dared to doubt her word , So perfectly , perfectly true . The weather , she said , in summer time Was perfectly awfully warm ;
The winter was perfect too , when there came Some perfectly terrible storm . She went to a perfectly horrid school , In a perfectly horrid town ; And the perfectly horrid teachers there Did things up perfectly brown .
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The Past.
There is old age in its reverence , And there is youthful grace , — I note the stalwart presence I greet the smiling face—All crowd in upon my loneliness ,
And fill my silent room , And lighten up each dim recess , And cheer its solitary gloom ; Like legends of the vanished past , They have a voice for me , Of loving mates , of friendship past , Of grace , of strength , of witchery .
The Past ! the Past ! the solemn Past ! How mystic is its sway , Which o ' er our life-long journey cast , — Tis ours to obey . Say what we will we cannot live Without a Past to-day :
And to that Past we all must give All that here fleets away . I care not what the world may say , Or what it has in store , I reck not what befalls each day ,
As Time grows older evermore ; But this I claim , and never From its presence will I part : The Past , the Past , which for ever Is graven in my heart ! NEMO .
A Perfectly Awfully Lovely Poem.
A PERFECTLY AWFULLY LOVELY POEM .
THERE was once a perfectly modern girl , With perfectly modern ways , Who saw perfection in everything That happened to meet her gaze . Such perfectllovelthings she saw
y y , And perfectly awful , too , That none would have dared to doubt her word , So perfectly , perfectly true . The weather , she said , in summer time Was perfectly awfully warm ;
The winter was perfect too , when there came Some perfectly terrible storm . She went to a perfectly horrid school , In a perfectly horrid town ; And the perfectly horrid teachers there Did things up perfectly brown .