THE LONG AGO.

O life has its seasons joyous and drear,

Its summer sun and its winter snow,

But the fairest of all, I tell you, dear,

Was the sweet old spring of the long ago —

The ever and ever so long ago —

When we walked together among the flowers,

When the world with beauty was all aglow.

O the rain and dew! O the shine and showers

Of the sweet old spring of the long ago!

The ever and ever so long ago.

A hunger for all of the past delight

Is stirred by the winds that softly blow.

Can you spare me a thought from heaven to-night

For the sweet old spring of the long ago?—

The ever and ever so long ago.