POEMS.
91
May your life glide peacefully onward
Unto that everlasting day;
And you, sweet girl, meet me in Heaven.
When from this earth we pass away.
Unto that everlasting day;
And you, sweet girl, meet me in Heaven.
When from this earth we pass away.
SLEIGHING.
The bells are merrily ringing,
There's snow upon the ground,
The sun is brightly shining,
And all seems joy around,
I muse upon the happy time
When I was young and gay;
Many fondly thought of me,—
Would take me in their sleigh.
When I was young and gay;
Many fondly thought of me,—
Would take me in their sleigh.
But now old age is o'er me,
They quietly pass me by,
And seek those who are fairer,
And younger than am I.
They quietly pass me by,
And seek those who are fairer,
And younger than am I.
I could enjoy the sleighing
As much as the young and gay;
But young folks think their elders
Have already had their day.
As much as the young and gay;
But young folks think their elders
Have already had their day.
