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AN OLD PROVERB (Continued) Babes in their golden hour Seeking some hidden flower Will, in those years afar, Play on the fields of war; And as they laughing roam Mothers will call them home; Laden with fruit and flower Run they at twilight hour. Cattle will, lowing, stray, Little lambs frisk and play, Birds nest in hedge and tree All in Time's victory.

Dark o' night, dawn o' day, Dark o' night, dawn o' day. Thus in a thousand years Time will forget our tears, And the lost fields of war. In the good years afar When the lads silent lie, When women's tears are dry. All the wives comforted, All the maid's grief is shed, Crying babes safe and still [104]