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Show THE VOICES OF THE PAST. Prom the vale of tho pa3t, thro' the mist c years. Voices of the lorg ago Como dreamily, soothingly to my ears, As the sun of my life sinks low. In the whispering breeze. In the pattering rain. As I sit by tho fireside glow, I hear In faint echoes the tones again Of the friends I used to know. When around the eaves the storm-wind howls, I am, as of yore, at school, And hear with trc-mbllng the master's growls. As he glares from his three-legged stool. All in fahcy, forsooth, when the south wind signs. As the evening shadows grow, I hear once more a fair maiden's replies In the twilight long ago. And the merry brook, as It softly purls Its song in the summer air, Calls up from the post the boys and girls At play in the meadows fair. As I list to these low, sweet voices of yore, What Joy awakes in my heart! For their music delights and charms me fas more Than the best musician's art. A. 8. Brendle, in Good Housekeeping. |
