Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OH ! DEAR TO MEMORY ARE THOSE HOURS. Oh ! dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers; When sticks of peppermint possessVl A sceptre's power o'er the breast, And heaven was round us while we fed On rich ambrosial gingerbread. I bless the days of Infancy, When stealing from my mother's eye, Elysian happiness was found On that celestial field the ground; When we were busied, hands and hearts, In those important things, dirt tarts. Don't smile; for sapient, full-grown man Oft cogitates some mighty plan; And, spell-bound by the bubble dream, He labours till he proves the scheme About as useful and as wise As manufacturing dirt pie. There's many a change on Folly's bells Quite equals mud and oyster-shells. Then shone the meteor rays of Youth; Eclipsing quite the lamp of Truth; And precious
