Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... In the might of their wisdom Who never say fail! In life's early morning, In manhood's firm pride. Let this be your motto Your footsteps to guide: In storm and in sunshine. Whatever assail. We'll onward and conquer. And never say fail! FORTY YEARS AGO I've wandered to the village, Tom, I've sat beneath the tree Upon the schoolhouse playground That sheltered you and me; But none were there to greet me, Tom, And few were left to know Who played with us upon the green Just forty years ago. The grass was just as green, Tom, Barefooted boys at play Were sporting, just as we did then. With spirits just as gay; But the master sleeps upon the hill Which, coated o'er with snow, Afforded us a sliding-place Some forty years ago. The old schoolhouse is altered some. The benches are replaced By new ones, very like the same Our jack-knives had defaced, But the same old bricks are in the wall And the bell swings to and fro. Its music's just the same, dear Tom. 'Twas forty years ago. The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill. Close by the spreading beech. Is very low; 'twas once so high That we could scarcely reach; And kneeling down to take a drink, Dear Tom, I started so. To think how very much I've changed Since forty years ago. Near by that spring, upon an elm. You know I cut your name. Your sweetheart's just beneath it. Tom, And you did mine the same; Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark, 'Twas dying sure, but slow, Just as she died whose name you cut There forty years ago. My lids have long been dry, Tom, But tears came in my eyes; I thought of her I loved so well. Those early broken ties; I visited the old churchyard, And took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved Just forty years ago. Well, some are in the churchyard laid, ..
