Remembrance.

Why should we dream of days gone by?         Why should we wait and wonder?     Sweet summer days have come and gone,         The leaves are falling yonder.     The wee sweet flowers we loved the best,         The king of frost has chosen;     And now the sun looks sadly down         Upon his darlings frozen.     Ah! summer sun and autumn frost,         You are at war forever;     For all the ties that one would make         The other fain would sever.     With autumn days remembrance comes         Of golden glories fleeting;     Of pleasures gone and sorrows come--         Of parting and of meeting.     Oh! summer days, why haunt us still?         Remembrance is a sorrow;     And all the dreams we dream to-day         Will fade upon the morrow.     Each life has some sweet summer-time,         Some perfect day of beauty;     When flowers of love and leaves of hope         Are twined around each duty.     But oh! the autumn-time will come,         Which fades each golden glory;     And life, when we are old and gray,         Seems but a sad, old story.