Now And Then.

by Gerald Massey

O love will make the leal heart ache
That never ached before;
And meek or merry eyes 't will make
With solemn tears run o'er.
In tears we parted tenderly,
My Love and I langsyne;
And evermore she vowed to be
Mine own, aye mine, all mine!

Sing O the tree is blossoming,
But the worm is at the root;
And many a darling flower of Spring
Will never come to fruit.
We meet now in the streets of life;
All gone, the old sweet charms;
At my side leans a loving Wife;
She -- passes Babe-in-arms.