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WENTY-FIVE years ago today--I can well remember the time-- In the dear old home by the gurgling brook, to my mind like a joyous rhyme, While the day was glad and our hearts were light, yet a solemn feeling fed On the hours of mirth from days gone by, and left foot- prints in its stead. The schooldays had vanished, and merry games, now by others, gladly took, With the cheer and relish akin to all, e'en the skating o'er the brook; But the ice is gone and the playground too, and the bats and balls likewise And many schoolmates we've nigh forgot, bring a, haze before my eyes. Yes, those years have gone and the shifting scenes on another page appear-- The morning of youth has vanished quite and the noonday's sun is here And is now receding; yet blessings leaves, as it hastens along its way; Yes, traces of time unmistakable are found in a touch of gray. The sun has set, on the old school-grounds, and the school- house has faded too; And nothing remains but the old gray rocks which are kissed by the morning dew, As if in attempt to solace them, as they silently wait to see If our closing days will be fraught with joy, as were earlier ones with glee. |