Youth, they say, is forever gone: None of our yesterdays can last. Life is swift -- we must hurry on, Think no more of the ended past. But we sit when the lights are low, Into the fading fire we gaze, Dreaming dreams of the long ago, Just for the sake of other days. Church and Mother and Home and Dad, The grassy road and the village school, The simple pleasures that once we had, The silent woods and the quiet pool -- Into the hearts of weary men Comes a vision of country ways, Leaving us fresh and clean again, Just for the sake of other days. Life is swift -- we must hurry on, Hurry on with the whirling stream; Another night, and another dawn Brings ambition and hope and scheme. Yet the things of the past abide, Something sweeter and better stays -- And many from sin shall turn aside, Just for the sake of other days. |