Days Gone By.

Free Lance, Volume II, Issue 77, 21 December 1901, Page 4

Days Gone By.

Oh, the days gone by' Oh the days gone by! The apples in. the orchard and the path way tlirough tlie rye , The ehiirup of th© robm, and tho whistle of the quail, As he piped across the meadows, sweet as any nightingale, Wheoi the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky, And my happy heart brimmed over in the days gone b\ In the days gone by, when my naked feet were tripped By the honeysuckle's tangles, where the w atei lilies dipped , And the ripple of the river lipped the moss along the brink, Where the placid-eyed and laz-\ -footed cattle came to drink , And the tilting snipe stood, fearless of the truant's wayward cry Aivl the. splashing of the swimmer in the day's gone bv Oh, tJie days gone by1 Oh, the d<n s gone by' The music of the laughing lip, the lustre of the eye The childish faith in fairies and Aladdin's magic ring, The simple, soul-reposing, glad belief in everything. When life was like a story, holding neither sob nor sigh, In the olden, golden glory of the dav«j gone by. —James Whitoomb RiIpa .