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’Neath an aged elm sat a loving pair,

A long, long time ago—

A youthful man and a maiden fair,

With faces all aglow:

The birds’ sweet notes in the boughs above

And the balm of the sweet June weather

Seemed to say, “’Tis the time for love,”

As they chatted and laughed together.

The years flew by—an aged pair,

Sat by an old hearth-stone,

With furrowed brows and hoary hair,

Talking in feeble tone

Of the happy days they used to know,

When, in the gladsome weather,

They wandered merrily to and fro,

Talking of love together.

And now the grass grows green on a pair

Of graves, made side by side;

Two hearts are lying in silence there,

That once beat with joy and pride.

They shared life’s triumphs, life’s defeats,

Thro’ fair and stormy weather,

And now they walk the golden streets

Of Paradise—together.