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"SIC TRANSIT."
A few bright, golden months, and then The parting hour came;Our daily paths are far apart, Yet life is just the same.The stars shine just as clear to-night, The sky is still as blue,As when in youth the hours sped So happily with you.
My children cling about me now, Yours climb upon your knee;The harp of life has changed its tone, Not hushed its minstrelsy.I smile when thinking how you praised My midnight eyes and hair—Your wife has eyes of clearest blue, And tresses bright and fair.
Our youth, with all its memories, Is passing fast away;Yet some old dreams will linger, John, About our hearts to-day.In every life some memory Retains its magic powers,That half-awakened thing around Our resurrected hours.
