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PAST AND PRESENT.

Hearts we had in our sunny youth,
Steps as light as the winds that flee;
She was fair as the angel Truth;
I—as fond as a boy could be.
Now,
Cloudy skies and the sullen showers
Have dimmed the pleasures that once were ours.
I had hope like a thought in June,
She had tears like an April rain;
When she spoke, 'twas a song in tune,
When she sighed, 'twas a rose in pain.
Now,
Wintry winds and the stormy showers
Have scattered the sweets from songs and flowers:
Come, let us fly
To a distant sky
And dwell where the summer may still be ours.