Folded—yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies.
THE OLD DAYS
The old days—the far days—
The overdear and fair!—
The old days—the lost days—
Folded—yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies.
The old days—the far days—
The overdear and fair!—
The old days—the lost days—