240 I AM NOT OLD.
It needs not years to steal away
The sunshine of a happy heart;
I AM NOT OLD. 239
I AM NOT OLD.
I AM not old the count of years
238 RETURN HOME.
Oil ! happy, happy, happy day !
Sweet sunshine round my heart doth play,
RETURN HOME. 237
OH ! happy, happy, happy clay !
Reminding us that we re no longer young.
For me as I grow old like others I grow
years, dear wife, liave passed away since
234 FIRST FIRE OF AUTUMN.
THE FIKST FIKE OF AUTUMN.
On, happy fireside ! sweet autumnal eve !
WITHOUT, all s dark and cliill and bleak,
232 THOU ART XOT HERE.
TIIOTJ ART NOT HEEK.
TIS ABSENCE PROVES. 231
Clear as yon star, when we re apart,
Let faith s pure name then bum,