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Show WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED AUSTIN. Yes, the years move on and onward, with the same old stately stride, As in the uncounted ages they advanced, receded and died. They have their dawnB and their sunsets, the old splendor lights their days, They hang out the same old lanterns at night, until all the Bky is ablaze. These late years are younger brothers, of the years the Infinite past, Like the rivers that feed the ocean, on Eternity's deep sea cast. Their lives are even like our lives, a birth, a struggle, strug-gle, a death, No matter what yearnings and longings, all little more than a jth. As the old ye es we toll the bells, with joy-bells we welcome the new, Mem'ry holds in her arms the delights gone by, Hope paints with roseate hue Illusions as though they were promises real, and so sweeping onward and on, Exultant we strain as though vt were true, that a golden goal might be won, But we never forget that through battle and toll, Our sires from the wilderness wrested our soil, We never forget how on land and on sea Our flag with its stars makes for us a new sky And our prayer to the "Lord of the Right on his throne" is to give us the strength and the grace To live as becomes our lineage high, a true, a masterful race; 'Till at last when our flag with its stars is In glory unfurled, It will symbol Justice and Peace and be a light to the world. |
