Poems (Ford)/The Olden Time
THE OLDEN TIME.
The dear old days of the long-ago,
Their memory haunts us yet,
Like fragments of some sweet old song
That the heart can not forget;
Their hours rolled by in harmony,
Like a silvery vesper chime:
Bright pictures graved on the heart's broad page
Are the days of the olden time.
Their memory haunts us yet,
Like fragments of some sweet old song
That the heart can not forget;
Their hours rolled by in harmony,
Like a silvery vesper chime:
Bright pictures graved on the heart's broad page
Are the days of the olden time.
As sadly out on the evening bell
The knell of a dead day rings,
Some high resolve may strive to call
From the heart-harp's quivering strings
A stanza of our grand life-hymn
In a strain of power sublime,
But the notes are drowned in the tears that fall
At the thought of the olden time.
The knell of a dead day rings,
Some high resolve may strive to call
From the heart-harp's quivering strings
A stanza of our grand life-hymn
In a strain of power sublime,
But the notes are drowned in the tears that fall
At the thought of the olden time.
The friends we loved in the olden time,
Although, severed far and wide
By Fortune's gales, our life-boats drift
Over Time's resistless tide,
Seem near us still as some joyous laugh
Rings out like a silvery chime;
For the hearts were light and the laughter gay
That we loved in the olden time.
Although, severed far and wide
By Fortune's gales, our life-boats drift
Over Time's resistless tide,
Seem near us still as some joyous laugh
Rings out like a silvery chime;
For the hearts were light and the laughter gay
That we loved in the olden time.
When the pain and pleasure, storm and strife
And glory of earth are o'er,
When the requiem of a dead world rings
On the far eternal shore,
In the anthem grand of a higher life
May we join in strians sublime
With the friends who made the hours so bright
In the happy olden time.
And glory of earth are o'er,
When the requiem of a dead world rings
On the far eternal shore,
In the anthem grand of a higher life
May we join in strians sublime
With the friends who made the hours so bright
In the happy olden time.