  Time now to close these pages, far away And fainter the old hills of childhood fade, The very graves where the young dreams are laid Are hidden deep in autumn leaves to-day. It may be they have brought thee nearer truth, These hasting years, but fain wouldst thou have stayed In the old land where trust was unbetrayed, And love was honest in the eyes of youth. And now it’s winter, and the moon of snow Blind mists of doubt, and chill unfriendly rain, But somewhere, sometime in the year, we know It must be spring and flowertime again. Do thou but keep, though winter days be long, Thy young love loyal, and thy young faith strong. PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE, HANSON AND CO |
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