iilllfjfij. WHEN I WAS IN PRIME. CAROL IN K HOWIES. mind of a pleasant time— A season long ago— The
... morning mist and evening haze— •Culike this cold grey rime— Seemed woven waves of golden air, When 1 was in my prime. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured ; And hazel nuts ! such clusters thick I ne'er shall pull again Nor strawberries ...