And Other Poems.
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YEARS ARE STEALING.
YEARS are stealing, years are stealing,
Youth’s bright star is on the wane;
Time, the mocker, is unveiling
Hope, with all her trappings vain—
Aerial towers, sylvan bowers,
Coral cave and golden plain;
Blighted, faded are the flowers,
The scythe is mowing down the grain.
Youth’s bright star is on the wane;
Time, the mocker, is unveiling
Hope, with all her trappings vain—
Aerial towers, sylvan bowers,
Coral cave and golden plain;
Blighted, faded are the flowers,
The scythe is mowing down the grain.
Years are stealing, years are stealing,
We see not as we’ve seen before;
Colder grows each finer feeling,
Warm emotions start no more—
Impulsive fire, proud desire,
Impetuous as ocean’s roar.
The sable ship is drifting higher,
Yonder lies the mystic shore.
We see not as we’ve seen before;
Colder grows each finer feeling,
Warm emotions start no more—
Impulsive fire, proud desire,
Impetuous as ocean’s roar.
The sable ship is drifting higher,
Yonder lies the mystic shore.
Years are stealing, years are stealing,
You and I have gone astray,
Since within the Old Home kneeling
We were fondly taught to pray:
Pure words spoken, heartfelt token
Of our homage to His sway,
Graves were made and ties were broken
In the Old Land far away.
You and I have gone astray,
Since within the Old Home kneeling
We were fondly taught to pray:
Pure words spoken, heartfelt token
Of our homage to His sway,
Graves were made and ties were broken
In the Old Land far away.
Years are stealing, years are stealing,
Where is fortune, where is fame?
Where is friendship, soothing, healing?
Where is love, ecstatic flame?
Where is fortune, where is fame?
Where is friendship, soothing, healing?
Where is love, ecstatic flame?
