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Forty Years Ago.
FORTY YEARS AGO .
TO AN OLD FRIEND . Eheu fugaces , labuntur anni . —Horace . HOW things have changed since you and I Were youths in " anld lang syne ; " How swiftly time has passed by
Alike for yours and mine . It seems but yesterday , in truth , Since we laughed at care and woe , And yet , that was , yes , in good sooth , Quite forty years ago .
The old hall ' s filling once again With faces "debonnaire , " We hear the jest and the refrain , All life is fresh and fair . Our cricket match again we ' ve gained ; How fast those boats do row ; And yet that pleasant Regime reigned For us , now forty years ago .
We hear the beagles on the hills , We are running on yon plain , A pleasant memory through us thrills , As those " old tones come again . " If now we ' re lagging in the race —• If now they deem us " slow "Yet , surely once we " went the pace , " Full forty years ago !
And some are missing , true and kind , Whose worth we all could tell—Some genial friends wev ' e left behind Whom we knew long and well . The song is hushed , the tones are mute , That " Cornet ' s " ceased to " blow : "
Silent for ever voice and lute , Which pleased us forty years ago . How Time plays tricks with you and me , How yet it still deceives , Stripping the bloom off every tree And leaving us " dead leaves . "
The friends who clung to us firm and fast—The friends we trusted so—Are all but shadows of the past , And forty years ago !
Alas ! I am getting very old—Old friend , I ' m nearly grey ; And like the tales we ' ve often told , Such hours must pass away . Onr friends are scattered far and wide , Since we listened to the flow Of that old " weir , " by the river ' s side ,
Just forty years ago . W . G
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Forty Years Ago.
FORTY YEARS AGO .
TO AN OLD FRIEND . Eheu fugaces , labuntur anni . —Horace . HOW things have changed since you and I Were youths in " anld lang syne ; " How swiftly time has passed by
Alike for yours and mine . It seems but yesterday , in truth , Since we laughed at care and woe , And yet , that was , yes , in good sooth , Quite forty years ago .
The old hall ' s filling once again With faces "debonnaire , " We hear the jest and the refrain , All life is fresh and fair . Our cricket match again we ' ve gained ; How fast those boats do row ; And yet that pleasant Regime reigned For us , now forty years ago .
We hear the beagles on the hills , We are running on yon plain , A pleasant memory through us thrills , As those " old tones come again . " If now we ' re lagging in the race —• If now they deem us " slow "Yet , surely once we " went the pace , " Full forty years ago !
And some are missing , true and kind , Whose worth we all could tell—Some genial friends wev ' e left behind Whom we knew long and well . The song is hushed , the tones are mute , That " Cornet ' s " ceased to " blow : "
Silent for ever voice and lute , Which pleased us forty years ago . How Time plays tricks with you and me , How yet it still deceives , Stripping the bloom off every tree And leaving us " dead leaves . "
The friends who clung to us firm and fast—The friends we trusted so—Are all but shadows of the past , And forty years ago !
Alas ! I am getting very old—Old friend , I ' m nearly grey ; And like the tales we ' ve often told , Such hours must pass away . Onr friends are scattered far and wide , Since we listened to the flow Of that old " weir , " by the river ' s side ,
Just forty years ago . W . G