The Old Hill-path

Tistrue;itis as graceful as when, ín other It wolínd along in beauty to the top; bul as I Thif mu8lng hour upon It, sad tears my eyerSAtf pw íorever frotn the oki path up the hill. The sunlight and the shadows rest upon it D.MSSlSRS presence as Ín the days Norc'híñVtohauntme.rrom.norntU. Ere'somethü prassed forever from the oíd patli up the hiu. The breezes, as they loUer by, the old airs TSKSi in the tree-tops slng a. in AauáSní&JS5Áí an arouml Butriene-foreverfromtheom path up the hill. Something-a faee-a touch of hands-a voice A woSSo-u'ght me heaven.a.l vanlshed OfpIuseie'sSe. and, s.ow.y.aiong I wanWHh 'ÏÏrthlng gone forever from the old path npthehlU. Wouid ye might come agaln-again-oh üays , Anemde taokiK'Blory of my IUW weet ForAthouíñ Bummer relt. a goddes,, In my path on tlie iiill. I lift my wet eyes skyward, and plead. "Wliy AUmftSltfiTorever iron. the old path P the lllUl ïhesun in royal splendor is flushiug all the TbeOsdylng-dylng-'twinsoon be time BuaUlmVrest for me. as ah alone I pander, WiUi'soTnething one forever Irom the old