Page:Enoch Arden, etc - Tennyson - 1864.djvu/141

 And yet I know for a truth, there's none of them left alive; For Harry went at sixty, your father at sixty-five: And Willy, my eldest born, at nigh threescore and ten; I knew them all as babies, and now they're elderly men.

For mine is a time of peace, it is not often I grieve; I am oftener sitting at home in my father's farm at eve: And the neighbours come and laugh and gossip, and so do I; I find myself often laughing at things that have long gone by.