Show V i 1 i JL WASHED TIME alone in we dark and silent night with the heavy thought of a vanished year when evil deedy deed rome jome me I 1 back to sight kight and good deeds rise with a welcome cheer cheen spectres spec tres of the past that thai come with the old years dying chime there glooms one shadow dark and vast the shadow of wasted time the chances of happiness cast away the opportunities never sought the good resolves that everyday every day have died didd in the impotence of thought the siow slow advance and the backward step in the rugged path we have striven to climb how they furrow the brow and nd pale paie the lip I 1 when we taik talk with wasted time 1 l t what are we now what chadwe had we been had we hoarded boarded time as tho the misers gold striving our meed of good to win through the suin surn summers bummers mers heat and the winters cold shrinking from nought bugl that the world could do fearin fearing nought but the touch of crime laboring struggling all seasons through and knowing xio TIO wasted time who shall recall mccall the vanished years who shall hold back this ebbing tide I 1 that iea lea leaves es us remorse and shame and tears 1 and washes away all things beside who give us the strength een now to leh lea k forever for foi e cr this holiday rhyme to T i shak shake eoff imn iff this sloth from heart and brow and dad jad battle dattle with wasted time tile tae years that pass come nog atos amos the bilings that die no life ilfe renew i but een eca from the rust of his cankering chain A golden goiden truth Is glimmering through that to him who learns from errors errora past and turns away with vl th strength sublime and each year outdo the last there is ts no wasted time |