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Show ' OLD TIMES, OLD FRIENDS, OLD LOVE. There are no days.like the good old days The days when we were youthful: When humankind were pure of mind, And speech and deeds were truthful; Before a love tor sordid gold Became man's ruling passion. And before each dame and maid became Slaves to the tyrant Fashion! '. There are no girls like the good old I girls- Against the world I'd stake 'em! , As buxom and smart and clean of heart ' As the Lord knew how to make 'em! iney were ncn in spirit ana common sense, A piety all supportin'; They could bake and brew, and had taught school, too. And they made the likeliest courtin'! There are no boys like the good old boys When we were boys together! When the grass was sweet to the grown, bare feet That dimpled the laughing heather; When the pewee sung to the Summer dawn Of the bee in the billowy clover, Or down by the mill the whippoorwlll Echoed his night song over. There is no love like the good old love The love that mother gave us! We are old, old men, yet we pine again For that precious grace God save us! So we dream and dream of the good old titnes. And our hearts grow tenderer, fonder. As those dear old dreams bring soothing sooth-ing gleams Of heaven away off yonder. Eugene Field. |