Show FATHER TIME by PHILANDER JOHNSON 0 in washington star E ALL know a fellow called old W II 11 father time ile ie has taught us in prose he has fri rivaled toled in rhyme one day he u ill give us a song or a lough laugh and the next he is writing a short epitaph the he jogs on is so quietly queer we seldom remember his presence so near but he measures our steps as we falter or climb lie ile keeps herps lob lab on us alt all does tills this old father time but his hand is so gentle although it is strong that he helps us a tot lot as he leads us along and the ruins that rise on the hilts hills of the past ile he covers with ivy and roses at last lie ile teaches the smiles of the present to glow white while the sor sorrows are left to the long long ago and the knell turns to joy in its merriest chime hes he a pretty good fellow is old father time |