Ã¯'m fitting at my desk, George, Bef ore me, on ihe floor Tlierc lies a worn out fount of T) po, Full many athousmd -euro. And tnany muiiths linve pnesec), Georgc, Since tlipy ypre bright and tiew, Aml tnuny are the laks theyo lui.', The falte, the strangc, the truc! ThÃ©ir beauty has all goiie, Geoige, YÃ¼ii scarcely now muy tiace Upon the euowy medium, The likencss of their face. Tliey 'mind me of a man, Georgo, WhotÃe morn of life was full Of proinise, bul wliose evening close Was desolate and dull.. Wliat tnles of horror they have tuit!, Of tempest, and of wieck; Of minder at the mhJnigl.t hour, Of war, fiill many a "speek;" Of shTps that far awaj at sea Went down bcfoic Uie blat-t; Of Ã¶lifltd cried of agony, AÃ¡ lifo's last momeins pnwxd. Of enrthquakes and of suÃ¯cides; Of failing crups of cotton; Of bank dÃ©rhiÃ¯llÃ©ivj brÃ³ken batiks. And banking system rotten; Of boilers burdirig, stÃ©ambÃ³Ã¡ia snagged, Of riots, duels fought; Of robbers with their prey oseoped, Of thieves witli bjoly caught. â Of land-slidps and of water-spouts; Of aiiis and alligat'-r?; Of serpents in their brinydeep; ÃF giant sweÃ©t potatnes; Of childreii lost, 6f childien fomd; Kiimiices in disorder: Of figlits atnong the Breinen, And troubloa on Ihe burier. â They ve to!d us of n uation, Georgo, Bent Ã¶orrowing in ihe duat, Fur one wbora sho liad called to lili Her higheet, den rest trust; Of sparkling crowiss for youibfui browt; Of roy.-il corona lions; Of plans to rid tiie earth of kingf; OÃ¯ Temporalice reforinations. Of flooil, and fire, and accident, These worn-out types havetold, And liow ihe pestilence has swept The youthful and the old; Of marria'gee, of birtlis ond dealhÃ; Of thÃrigÃ¡ to please or vex us; Of one mans yitiifptrlg overhoard, Another gone tÃ¶ Texas. They'vc told how long streel Sutnmer uaye Havo faded from our view; How AcUutnn's chilling wind hath swept The leaf crowned mountains through; liow Winter's reign hnth come and gone, Dark rcign of storm and striib - And how the smiling Spring hath warnied The pale flwwers back to life. I can't pretend to mention half My mliy friends have told, Since shining bright and beauliful, They issued from t he mould - How unto some, joy ihey have brought, To others grief and tears; Yet faithfu'lya record kept Of fast receding yearu.