Time, tlir.t blunts tlic edge of tilinga, Dries our tears and spoila our blisa ; Time hns brought such balín to me, I can bear to peak of this. Slie was ?even and I wns ninc - Pretty people we to plan Life, and lay it grandly ou! - She the Toman, I the man ! Sang he river on the Bhoa's, Sung tli3 robin on the tree: Enrth was ncwly mude for us - Later Eve and Ailam we. Liglilly fcllthe apple blossoms, Paved the road with red and white, Sunshine floateJ through the day. Süvery atoma throagb tho night. Seven ypars have come and gom1; Drop the cnrtain, change the scène ! Life, wlien one is nino ycnrs old, Poes not say the thing it meana. Other arms have clasped my Eve, Other lipa have ealled lier fair - Ah! but little -wind blows down Spring-time castlts in the air I From tiiis window I can see Up the road to lloadow Farm - That is she upon the porch Wiiii the baby on her arm.