. Sunshine and roses . When even comes and fireside glowAnd fanning embers wane and growAnd on the wallThe shadows fallAnd dimmer Grows withinThe glimmer,—And the thinPhantom images that crawl and creep,Twist and turn and writhe, a jumbled heap,Are a reminder of the days gone by When life was new and love was young,The future loomed a mountain hard and songs of life were yet youth is youth and love is love and lifeIs joy, for all the labor, pain and strife,That waits the yearsWith bitter tears,—When even comes—When even THE AGED VETERAN. Aged and weary, tott

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. Sunshine and roses . When even comes and fireside glowAnd fanning embers wane and growAnd on the wallThe shadows fallAnd dimmer Grows withinThe glimmer,—And the thinPhantom images that crawl and creep,Twist and turn and writhe, a jumbled heap,Are a reminder of the days gone by When life was new and love was young,The future loomed a mountain hard and songs of life were yet youth is youth and love is love and lifeIs joy, for all the labor, pain and strife,That waits the yearsWith bitter tears,—When even comes—When even THE AGED VETERAN. Aged and weary, tottering, lame, Crippled and bent with the weight of yearsAnd a nations burden of honor and fame The old man falters above the biersOf comrades passed to their last rewardFor bravery with bullet and sword. Lonely he looks with his scarry face Furrowed and blanched with the frosts of age,Weighted with solitude and a trace Of the fear of death, age cant assuage-Though oft he had mired in carnage and gore,And been lost in the tumult and battle androar. •7

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