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TEN YEARS AGO.
"Too soon, Oh! all too soon will come
In later years the spell,
Touching with changing hues the path
Where once but sunlight fell.
Frances S. Osgood.
In later years the spell,
Touching with changing hues the path
Where once but sunlight fell.
Frances S. Osgood.
Ten years ago! a weary age it seems
To look ten years beyond the present hour;
But when far down the lengthened hill of Time,
We cast a backward glance at some far point
Our pilgrim feet ten years before had left—
How easily the retrospective eye
May span the pathway:—but a moment's flight
Hath marked the parted hours, and memory asks,
Half cheated of her power, the scattered leaves,
Where, with recording pencil, she hath writ
The pains or pleasures of that by-gone time.
