The Gavelyte, December 1912

The Gavelyte VOL. VII. DECEMBER, 1912. Forgotten. BY FRED F. MARSHALL. He sits by the fire in the dead of night With hi head bent low in a d eep. d eep dream Wh ile the shades crc:ep nearer the embers licht As they slowly loose their golden beam. He is lost in the mem'ry of by-gone years Of a glorious June-time long ago. When his heart leaped forth in boyish fears As he met the g irl with cheeks a gl ow. But sh,- ha!- forgotten thi , bashfu 1 lad Who claimed her heart in the days of old She ha~ forgo tt en the times they h.id And her once suft eyes are cruel and cold The fire of youth in his on..:e fine face Slowly waned, grew dim and d ied With hi " chetry smile and manly gn,ce Lil<e the sunbeams do ;-t e\' . ntid e H e rememb e rs so well th sweet, warn to,1 h Of her ruby lips as she le th m the , , Ah!-he never drt'alll t·d th<1t 'tw,, ti me ,111 ,o But tht· aft r years were hard to lwc1 For hn , ' ·1· ca 1,e ha ,. k tu the old hume tuw A'i e •u 1,i"e · him long. long~ ears ag • vhe ...,lie w 1s t I J ughter of mer lt .1:1 t r ,,, , And he I as her 'schu 1lday here, Jt t· NO. 9 .