No Time Like the Old.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 9 October 1911, Page 4

No Time Like the Old.

(By Oliver Wendell Holmes.)

'J'here is ho time like the old time, When you and 1 were you g_. When the buds of April blossomed And the birds of springtime sung. The garden's brightest glories •Jsy summer suns are nursed. But, A the sweet .sweet violets. The flowers that opened first! There is no place like the old place, AVhoro you and I wore born. Where we lifted first our eyelids On the splendours of the morn : From the milk-white breast that "warmed us, From the clinging arms that bore, Where the dear eyes glistened o'er UK That will look on us no more. There is no friend like the old friend Who ilitos shared our .morning days, Ts T o greeting like his welcome^ No homage like hi.s praise! Fame- is the scentless sunflower. With gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the" breathing rose, With sweets in every fold.

There is no love like the old love, That we courted in our pride; Though our leaves are fallings falling, And we're fading side by side There are blossoms all .around us, With the colours of our dawn, And wo live in borrowed sunshine When the day star is withdrawn.

There arc no times like the old times, They shall never bo forgot; There is no place lilce the old placeKeep groen the dear old spot! There arc no friends like our old friends, May Heaven prolong their lives, There are no loves like our old loves, God bless our loving wives!