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The March Of The Years

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Parent Issue
Day
19
Month
September
Year
1873
Copyright
Public Domain
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I Tromp, tramp, tramp, "fis the ieep, low tread of the yeani: Ah who mny teil of the load they beur, Whether of sorrow, griel or care, Whether of joy or tears, ( Ir whether life's ;louds wiM roll nway Neath the toui-li oí the coming yiearsí Tramp, tramp, tramp, Down the mysticaJ aU; of time; Aud shadowy sperties, old and u,;y, That stand and wuil in the yoar's - iir wiy, Step into their place in ; And, whether to uh joy er tears, The years give nt'vcv a ngii. Tramp, tramp, tramp, HdW .-iwiftl}r they come and go'. We feel but a touch of the summer's breatJi Ere its roses wither and t'all in death, And white lies the wmter's snow ; Theu vaiiily ïve ij;h o'er Hope's blight dmacoi That have one with tlie lofig Bgo. Tramp, trnmp, tramp, Like sliadowy forma of the nieht, We see tliem xuúng - a long" dim line - Controlled and moved by the hand of Time ; And ivc tiemble and shriek in fright, For we know not whether they bring lile's cloud's Or whether they bring tlie light. For tlie Father luis willed it thus, That mortal never know : Whether there lies in the futore-year A grave of hope to be wet with tearo, A palaee of joy or woe . Lest feefrshould falter aud lïearts grow ïamt, He knfcw it was better so. - Bvffalo Courier. Ce pit tngan 3Ugtis

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Subjects
Old News
Michigan Argus