Old friends and old times . dream; 66 An no mo de darkies singin Sets de ebnin air a-ringinFrum de doovvay ob de cabin to de dahs nuffin cept to dream dat I am stealinFrum de dooway whah de sun comes creepin in, An no wish lef cept a-wishin To be by de ribber fishin,To be by de cabin singin once agin. 67 THE MILL STREAM Beside the stream the old mill stands,Beside the mill the miller lies;Tis crumbling mill and idle hands,For time has sundered former ties. The stream alone its youth has kept,Scarce older by one fleeting day, Tho to its verge the years have creptAnd turned the green t
Old friends and old times . dream; 66 An no mo de darkies singin Sets de ebnin air a-ringinFrum de doovvay ob de cabin to de dahs nuffin cept to dream dat I am stealinFrum de dooway whah de sun comes creepin in, An no wish lef cept a-wishin To be by de ribber fishin,To be by de cabin singin once agin. 67 THE MILL STREAM Beside the stream the old mill stands,Beside the mill the miller lies;Tis crumbling mill and idle hands,For time has sundered former ties. The stream alone its youth has kept,Scarce older by one fleeting day, Tho to its verge the years have creptAnd turned the green to sombre gray. The sycamore has ceased to bloom,Its shattered trunk in twain is cleft; White as the millers marble tomb,It stands to witness what is left. So much of all I loved is gone! Yet, there is left enough to showHow little of our youth lives on Surviving winters storm and snow. Here, life is gone; here, hearts are cold,And death and ruin round are cast. But love reigns even as of old—And memory revives the past 68. Beside the stream the old mill stands,Beside the mill the miller lies. With more than ghosts of vanished forms—The heart re-peoples scenes Hke this; These ruins are not such as stormsSpread oer the murky wilderness; For life and love were mingled here,Things temporal with things divine, And eyes that dropped for me the tear,And hopes that rose and sank with mine. Here have been mingled kindred creeds; Here faults and failings have been sparedHere have been succored many needs, Here has good fortune oft been shared. Here now the heart alone is not, oh not the love it bore— I see through tears the fallen millAnd the gray barren shore. But even as the sparkling stream Has met through years so little change. So in my heart of hearts I dreamOf memories time cannot estrange. 69 IN THE GLOAMING Sweet are the thoughts that remain When the hearts Httle flurry is over;Fondly we hve oer again Those moments made bright by another—Sweet is the face we re
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