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Show OLD TIMES. (Eugene Field.) There are no days like the good old days The days when we were youthful! When humankind were pure of mind And speech and deeds were truthful; Before a love for sordid gold Became man's ruling passion, And before each dame and maid became Slaves to the tyrant fashion. There are no girls like the good old girls Asainst the world I'd stake 'em! As buxom and smart and clean of heart As the Lord knew how to make 'em! They were rich in spirit and common sense, A piety all-supportin'; N They could bake and brew, and had , taught school, too. And they made the likeliest courtin'! There are no boys like the good old boys When we were boys together! When the grass was sweet to the brown bare feet That dimpled the laughing heather; When the pewee sung to the summer dawn Of the bee in the willowy clover, Or down by the mill the whip-poor-will Echoed his night song over. There is no love like the good old love The love that mother gave us! We are old, old men, yet we pine again For that precious grace God gave us! So we dream old dreams of the "good old times, And our hearts grow tenderer, fonder. As those dear old dreams bring soothing gleams Of heaven away off yonder. |