Entered assecond - class matter , August 8 , 1914 , at the post office at Mears , Michigan , under Act of March 8 , 1879 .
THE DAYS ARE GOING BY
The days are going by , my friend , And time is going on :
The rising sun , the evening lamp ,.
And the day of toil between . And yet I wish that more I did
In the hours that intervene .
The days are going by , my friend .. The race is going on .
I hear the beat of many feet
Upon the great highway .
But oh ! I wish I faster ran ,
And farther in a day !
The days are going by , my friend ,
The song is singing on .
Some notes I hear of music clear
In the song that in me rings ;
And yet I wish my hand would wake
The music of the silent strings .
The days are going by , my friend , And life is going on .
This is the test of life that is best : Not to pause by the highway's side ; For the fairer song and the fuller day Bring the life intensified .
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