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Good old days -- dear old days / When my heart beat high and bold -- / When the things of earth seemed full of life, / And the future a haze of gold! / Oh, merry was I that winter night, / And gleeful our little one's din, / And tender the grace of my darling's face / As we watched the new year in. / But a voice -- a spectre's, that mocked at love -- / Came out of the yonder hall; / "Tick-tock, tick-tock! " 't was the solemn clock / That ruefully croaked to all. / Yet what knew we of the griefs to be / In the year we longed to greet? / Love -- love was the theme of the sweet, sweet dream / I fancied might never fleet!
But the spectre stood in that yonder gloom, / And these were the words it spake, / "Tick-tock, tick-tock" -- and they seemed to mock / A heart about to break.