Where, though I, by sour physician, SHE IS GOING FOR their eldest Sister's hair She is going. Mary, youngest of the three, Arm in arm does fondly chain her, Thinking (poor trifler!) to detain her; But she's going Vex not, maidens, nor regret Charms like yours can never stay Long within doors; and one day You'll be going. THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES 1 HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood. Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwell ing? So might we talk of the old familiar faces How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. > |