Ali ! could tho honra we all liave known, Return 10 cheer us still, Wlicii lïfe was sweeter than the tone Of sonii low mountain rill ; Wh-n pure and calm the montlis went on While peace slept at our door, And fiiir and sweet weve those calm day, The golden days of vore. Ah', ci'iild the hands we once have clasped, And feit thoir pressuro grow Around the lieart, a? it were grasped, Heeause we loved tliem so, Beturn to tako our hand again,. While wintry wiuds are rongh, Forhaps 'twould smotlier half the pain, And that wero sweet enough I Ah 1 could the oyes wo used to read, Kettirnthg glance for glance, But drop a tear our sore need, To cotiifort ife's advanee; Or OöttM the lipa we oft have kissed While counting love's sweet lore, Corao back to ask f we have missod Tho golden days of yore. ButUands arecold aud dumbly crossed, And cold beneath the god ; And hearts to us forever lost, Are happy with their God. And ayes that shed their starry light, Are clused forever more ; Siueo those sweet days of yore !