Show I 1 HENRT HE W HOWLAND HOLLAND LOVE IOV T L v I 1 I 1 11 41 AT A 11 7 when you and I 1 were young my dear ere grief had marred your brow ere they had bad brought us hope or fear whose sorrows borrows fret us now when you and I 1 were tree free from care we thought the world sublimely fair when you and I 1 were young my dear but we are older now nay my dear and dirges have been sung for those who made 0 our ur pathways pathway clear to whose fond hands hand s we clung ere wo we beheld their dear gyes clo close s you were aa radiant as a rose and all the days were fair my dear how could we bear their loss my dear if we had been denied the others who have brought us ua cheer and fill your breasts with pride how could we hope to be content it if they had not been sweetly sent to our aching hearts my dear beart you u and I 1 were young my dear and A ii d all thos thes lilea Utes were fair I 1 found a rare enchanted sphere and led you blithely there but though our youth la in put aside tho joys we had are multiplied since others cling about us u dear |