We're older now, and life has grown
A trifle frayed about the edges;
"Alas!" we sigh, "I might have known
That Time would not redeem his pledges.
He made at school!
Indeed, perhaps it may be true,
For Fortune is a.fickle rover.
If so, her flight we will not rue,
Nor mourn the days we can't live over__
Old days at school.
And after all We may not sigh,
For Faith is real and duties nearer,
And We shall find that by and by,
Even Heaven itself may be the dearer
For days at school.
THE VOICE OF THE TIME.
NO sound of war's alarms,
No Strife of hostile arms,
Vex'd the deep hush of the historic morn,
When He__erstwhile foretold
By prophet bards of old__
The Wonderful, the Prince of Peace, was born.