Our School Days

Crowdcd back, we look upon them - Past, yes, past- f ore ver gone - Scènes of pleasure, hours of treasure, Sweet to gara and look upon ; Past, yes, like a fleeting moment, Of t they conetitute au age ; Budding forth from early childhood, Soon we turn lif e's gayest page. Mingling wlth our infant comrades Life stampcd nanght upon our mind ; But when school days dawned upon us, Footprints, tben, we re Ieft behind ; Traces of a new-born era On the way by which we trod, Like the plow which marka its furrow, Leavee behind the upturned sod. Tlms do we in pensive silence Wander thoughtfully türough the field, Gathering flowtrs of early childhood, Fragrant with life's morniug seal ; Straight, perbape, onr coiirse has led us, Sweotly smells eacb glowing flower, Planted well and watcred duly, Index of a happy hour. Noc alone we find we've labor'd, Manly bands came to our aid ; Cheering words, like clews of heaven, Gave a vigor not to fade. Helping hands and toiling comrades Made our interest all but one, While our troubles, light and narrow, Soon were lost in blithesome fun. Pasped we've ïow the span of boyhood, With lts memories flooding on, As the boeam of a river Ever bearfl ita tide alonf?. Launched upon more ruift 'd waters, And beset by greater fear, Swift our bark floats down the current, And the verdant leaf grows sere. Pause we then - yes, stop to wonder How our happy school days sped ; Yeara olled by and days long ntinibcred - Would we could agaiu but wed. Thss we look npon life's inorning, Ushcring in a noonday sun ; Veering round, it slirouded leavcs us - Thus the race of life is rnn.