Bomb . dtwines them in silken threads around the heart-strings of each. Therethey will remain so long as each heart shall beat. On those hearts isgraven deeply the history of 99, as we alone know it and as we alonecan ever know it. The time to part has come but before we take thediverging paths let us drink the toast which was written by one whoalso carried in his heart a class history : Behold this cup, its mystic wineNo aliens lip has ever tasted ;The blood of friendships clinging vine,Still flowing, flowing, j-et un wasted. 36 Old time forgot his running sand, And laid his hour-glass down t
Bomb . dtwines them in silken threads around the heart-strings of each. Therethey will remain so long as each heart shall beat. On those hearts isgraven deeply the history of 99, as we alone know it and as we alonecan ever know it. The time to part has come but before we take thediverging paths let us drink the toast which was written by one whoalso carried in his heart a class history : Behold this cup, its mystic wineNo aliens lip has ever tasted ;The blood of friendships clinging vine,Still flowing, flowing, j-et un wasted. 36 Old time forgot his running sand, And laid his hour-glass down to fill it, And death himself, with gentle hand,Has touched the chalice, not to spill it. ? The boys we were, the boys we are. So long as three as two are here s to him ; Ah ! who is he ? Who lasts till all the rest are life with tranquil comfort blest, The young mans health, the rich mans that is earths, that earth has best. And heaven at fourscore years and 37
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