Twenty Years Ago

The springtime b " As in the yep -■ Come agaiu, Will, The niaple - T, Before J" are ltl{iniliï out Andth -Ajootlagcdoor; Sj .. ftmd birdu have come again, jj, -"{tmg their merry glees, itöffig their nest, reuring their young, I'p in our niRpH1 trees. The silver brook íb dancing, Will, Along ita pebbly Wftv, And on its rocky islands now The litüe children play ; I've watched thm at thcir sport this nioru - The fashions come and go - But playa aro jnst the same as onrs Were twenty years ago. The cbildren have their play-honse, Will, Jwst whero ours iifcd to bc ; They have their broken bits of ware, Their acorn cupe for tfn. The boye split wood and buik the fire, Just as yon dld, you know, Whon we kept houBC upon thoso rocks Some twenty yean ago. The woodbine eUmbs the lattloe, Will, And hides the porch from sight. Io yon remeniber how it stood, Not much bey on d our height ? I niarked the place whcre your hoatl i-auie, You marked the place of mine - But you and I have grown soiue, too, Since tiiat far-off Bpringtime. We have nevorniet since then, Will, As mcèh I know you not ; The black-eyed boy of those glad days, Has never been forgot. While sitting in your mansión grand With your proud wife to-day, I wonder if there comea a thonght Of " wee wife" Katie Gray.