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Show The Milestones. In boyhood's time bow slowly sped The winter nights and summer days; The weeks were months, the months were years; How then we chided Time's delays. The almanac, that idly bung Below the smoke-stained mantel-piece, Grew old and stained; it seemed as if The long-drawn year would never cease. When manhood came, and stirring life, Engrossed with care, took boyhood's Place, How soon the weeks and months grew short; How Time increased his restless pace Then fast and faster flew the years, The milestones, marking each that passed, Closed up their r???? and nearer stood - We felt that Time was quite too fast Old age comes on; Time sweeps along, And plants the milestones nearer still; The backward gaze and graveyard sees, And buried years the graveyard fill; So thick they stand the feeble hand May almost span the space between; And Time so swiftly sweeps away, His flying form is scarcely seen. And life, like some long winding stream, Its pace increases as it r???; First, idle as a baby's dream, Then laughing in the summer sun?. Then, vexed by ???, it roars And hurries wild and recklessly; Then, weary with the strife, it pours Its tide into the shoreless sea. -Frank J. Ollarson. |