From The Train

There they are! above the green trees shining-- Old towers that top the castles of our dreams, Their turrets bright with rays of sun declining-- A painted glory on the window gleams.

But, oh, the messages to travellers weary They signal through the ether in the dark! The years are long, the path is steep and dreary, But there’s a bell that struck in boyhood--hark!

The note is faint--but ghosts are gayly trooping From ivied halls and swarming ’neath the trees. Old friends, you bring new life to spirits drooping-- Your laughter and your joy are in the breeze!

They’re gone in dusk,--the towers and dreams are faded,-- But something lingers of eternal Youth; We’re strong again, though doubting, worn, and jaded; We pledge anew to friends and love and truth!