Old Times

Olrl (''mr-; ' old Hmea ' the :Tav okl times! "W ;,;'] T 'in ■ ynunir and frce, Au-! heard the merry Easter chimes ■ sally tree. Mv Suñday palm nesiao me placedla orosa upön my hand - A heart at resi wïtoin my brdatitj And sunshiue on the land ' Old times ! Oíd timos ! It is n if that my fortunes fiee, Nor ' ' ; i to - I mourn '■ ■;' oí thee, My darlinL un) ve vale ! - A wis ]■ heád ] bare, I kiicnv, Thaii when T [ottered there - But in iuy bisdom there is tog, And in my knowledge caro. Old times ! Old t I've lived to kn(f# my share of joy, iin - To learu th:tt friendBhip's seH cancloy, ' Tolim I love in v;im : To fóel a pang and vt ■■r ;i smile, To tire oí other climee - To like my own unhappy isle, And BÏng tlië gay ola t.ir 'e ' Old times ! Old times ! And i I is nothing changed, birds are singins stili : The flowers are Bpringffn where we ranged, There's sunshine on the hill ! The sallv, waviDg o'er my head, Still sweetly shades my frame - But ah ! those happy days are fied, And I am not the same ! Old times ! Old times ! Oh, come again, ye merry-times ! Su Bef, aiinny, fresh and calm - And let me hear those Easter chimes' And wear my Sumlay palm. Ií I could cry away mine oyes My téars would flow in, vain - If I eouM Waste my heart in sighg, They'll never eome again ! Old times ! Oíd times ( - Gerald Gi ífín. TiciiifTHit %x$n$