Smith, Effie Waller
|TO AN OLD CLASS-MATE.|
As your letter I read, dear Mary,
To-night in my room alone,
I am made happy, very,
As I think of days by gone.
Now at your face, my dearie,
With fanciful eyes I gaze,
And hear again your voice so cheery
As in the olden days.
Those days of our school career
When life was full of glee,
Although I was your senior, dear,
You seemed a mother to me.
O'er books with pensive eyes we'd gaze
To solve the problems there,
Which fitted us for life's broad ways
And possibilities, my dear.
We walk life's broadened ways to-day,
Solve at its problems, too,
More deep and more perplexing they
Than those our text-books knew.
Since you were with me, Mary, dear,
The years have sped away, how fast;41Some spent in smiles and some in tears,
However spent they're of the past.