Wc sit by the flrosido, denr old wifo and I, Thinking ;mil taUdng of á:iys gane by, Pays ro fnll of pleasure, and days i-.ll of p.itnBut noni.' of those daj a we'l] aee i-'ain. We'vo lived, wife and I, ne.ir tUn ceoona years and teil. The end cumes- wc'l] pass away- what then? Our children are scattered, some here and some thert'. Some know we 're -ving; others do not care. Wa'ro old and tvelU and only in the way, Whilc lifc's tide fliws onward duy by day. When d;ir:oie.s.s coinés, and we pasa threescore and ten, If fricnds Hhould cast ua aside, what then?