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Show FORTY YEARS. Married, how lo.ig ago? Ciuntthe years by tlm sllin, old weldliig-rlu. Once thick and b"avjr. II w lat they fly, the winter that malt In spring! And youth now with tie:n! bo love, gwaet- haart, ix the only la itlni thlujx ! We two, ah, what did we know of love when roses or J me were red? Whm yon wept sweet tears at a sonit or sobbe 1 at some tiouithtiess worl 1 I sal 1, And blushod If I only pressed your hand or a kiss on your fair brown h-al. Our hearts were light as bright bubles blown, Like chit lren In fairyland We wandered down whe-e thi dal ilea grew to that wonderful goldon strand Whereallthe d;eami of the heart come true, and lovers walk haul In hand. Since then, Slnci then, O, the long, long rai I we have wand-red through calm and l storm, i When leaves flew by us and snowflakes whirled ! unl we watched the swallow, form j In winged clouds, sweeping down the sky to lands where the sun waa warm. There was always brightness fot you and me, and over the tears we wept Fr life's sore lossei and hurling pain a rainbow rain-bow of hope st II cie;jt. And deep In your sweet tear-clouded eyes my umhlua f oreror slept ! Look at me, dear, with your true, kind eyes beaming under your soft white hair; They are for more beautiful now sweetheart, than when morning and j uth were fair; And far more lovely your pale worn cheek i than when blushes where burning there. I ta'k like a lover! Of course I do. What else should I talk Ilk), pray? For a man Is never a lover true, to the girl of hit heart, I say. T.U he's lived as her husband forty years and seven te:' grow old and gray. |