THE PASSING YEARS
They are slipping away, these swift, sweet years, Like a leaf ou the current cast ; With never a break in the rapid flow, We watch thorn as one by one they go Into the beautiful past. As light as the breath of the thistledown, As fond as a lover's dream, As pure as the flush in the sea-shell's throat, Aa sweet as the wood bird's wooing note, So tender and sweet they seem. One after another we seem them pass Down the dim-lighted btair ; We hear the sound of their steady tread In the steps of the centuries long since dead, As beautiful and as fair. There are only a few years left to love ; Shall we waste them in idle strife? Shall we trample under our ruthless feet Those beautiful blossoms, rare aud sweet By the dusty ways of life ? There are only a few swift years. Oh ! let Is o envious taunts be heard. Make life's fair pattern of rare design Aud fill the measure with love's sweet wine, But never au angry word.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2008, 18 August 1892, Page 37
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179THE PASSING YEARS Otago Witness, Issue 2008, 18 August 1892, Page 37
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