WHEN YOU WERE SEVENTEEN.

West Coast Times, Issue 3055, 18 January 1879, Page 2 (Supplement)

WHEN YOU WERE SEVENTEEN.

When the hay waa mown,. Maggie, In the years long ago,' Aud while the western sky was rich With sunset's rosy glow, Then hand-in-hand close-linked we passed The dewy ricks between, And I waa one-and-twenty, Mag, And you were seventeen, Your voice was low and aweet, Maggie, Your wavy hair was brown ; Your cheek was like the wild red rose " That showered its petals down, Your eyes were like the blue speedwell, With dewy moisture's sheen* When I was ona-and-twenty, Mag, And you were seventeen. The spring was in our hearts, Maggie, And all its hopes were ours ; And we were children in the fields, Amorjg the openiug flowers, Ay, life WiS like a Buoataer day Amid the woodlands green. For I was one-and-twenty, Mag, And you were seventeen. The years have some and gone, Maggie, With sunshine and with shade ; And silvered is the silken hair That o'er your shoulders strayed In many a soft and wayward tress- — The fairest ever seen — When I was one-and-twenty, Mag, And you were seventeen. Though gentle changing Time, Maggie, Hia touched you in his flight ; Your voice has still the old sweet tone, Your eye the old love-lighb, And years can never, never change The heart you gave, I ween, When I was one-and-twenty, Mag, Acd you were seventeen. *