SONG.

The days are past, the days are past, When we did meet, my love and I; And youthful joys are fading fast, Like radiant angels up the sky; But still with every dawning day Come back the blessed thoughts of old, Like sunshine in a morn of May, To keep the heart from growing cold.

The flowers are gone, the leaves are shed, That waved about us as we stray'd; And many a bird for aye has fled, That chaunted to us from the glade; Yet every leaf and flower that springs In beauty round the ripening year, And every summer carol brings New sweetness from the old time dear.