What be these fields of distant place
from where thy heart to mine
the gap of years not yet displaced
tread forth unknown of thine
The rapid pace unseen unheard
of ticking fads and ways
the future works and winding paths
that thus make full thy days
The fear and dread with painful trends
paint visions in thy head
some thus fulfilled and others blind
tread willfully instead
The laughs and cheers of joyful times
the love that lie before
where disappointments n'er prevail
and hate doth reign no more
But aging thou not unlike mine
the saunt'ring pass shall see
when thou dost look on coming age
those futures yet to be
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