The swcct, sad yeavs, the svm, the rain, Alas, too quickly did they vrr.ne! For cach somo boon, bo::ic blessiag bore: üL sniiles and tears eaoh had its store, lts oheokered lot of bliss and pain. Although it idlo be and vain, Yct cannot I tho wish restrain That I had held tiiem cvermore, The sweet, sad years.' Liko echo of an old refraJn That long within the mind has lain, I keep repeating and o'er, "Nothing can e'er the. past restore; Nothing bring back the years again, The sweet, satl years."