Show fat ab ha yuey T TBD THE BY TEMPUS I 1 hear bear the bugle and the drums drum the old years tattoo tomorrow to morrow will be the reveille lleo of the young the new it has a mournful sound tonight to night the echoing blast all up the valley A requiem to the waning light ot of the hopes and tears fears of all old years that these last moments rally the old year it crept an infant therk a child it was in youth a little wild its manhood was so 80 quickly past it tell fell to ag agel ael ails all how bow fast its enol end how drear thus forever the old goes gaes and comes the thewl new j deceitful as the old is is irue rue and hopes will bud with the coming morrow to end like this sadly in sorrow borrow satisfied never trust not the new await the end however the shade and sunshine blend along the shadowy yale vale defend till ti time me shall sever the old year well bury him here where his gathering clouds descend ula like br and the wrecks of hla his flowers are near this bugle blast shall be his last the drum may sound no for the past that sleeps eternally CAMP V U T december 1858 |