The Little Old Mill

There's a llttle rill At the foot of the hlll. And k lltllodam. And alittleold mlll, Shabby and si II ; And the llttle old iniller who once was Hiere, WHIi snow-whlte clothes and powdered hair, Who meatured the graln, And look the toll, Is iiow as silciit and stlll A the moveless wheels In the little mlll, And he sleeps In the churchyard cold and lom, Near the llttle mlll where he ground tlie corn. Long yenrs ago, In the slimmer' glow, An1 theaulumV blow, And tbe wlnter'H snow, II was ruil oriire; The waler rnshcd throuich the narrow hay. And the tlck-tack souk was heard all duy. (rlnilliiK the graln That ilHily came Down thecrooked lane To the old milis door. Iloys ftnd men- men and boys - 'hiitteil amld the old inIH's nolse. Kt'lated thelr hoitows. Kpoke of thelr joy. Joked and luughed ror many au hour Whlle the iiilllur turned the gristH to flour. Where are they To be round to-day ? They are ?llentand still Llke the mlller and mlll. All thelr grlsts of Itfe have been (rround: All of them sleep beneath themound: For. llke the mlll At the foot of the hlll, Tlu'y had thelr day and panstd nway. 8ome were weak and otbera weie sti'oni;; rtome illed young, whlle other lived long- One by one they dropped by the way. And not a survlvor live to-day. Bilt the rilt runs ulomt Wlth the pame old song And the aam fresh glow in years ago. Warm ano cold, It nevergiows old; And lu banks stlll bl(om wlth eiiinson and gold, lust as it dld when Iliu mlller was tliere Wllh snowy nnrb mul powdered halr; And the llfe tream tlows rhrongh Joys and woea; And others now ride On the lire-long tlde; lust as those dld that went to that mlll, .lust as those who follow us will. TUI the wheels of limeshiill stand as stlll As thernttllng wheels of that old mlll.