THE OLD GRIST MILL JUNE 1935 No more by the pleasant brookside now Stands the stately old grist mill No more to feel its welcome sound Our heart and senses thrill. It has taken its place with-things gone by In the dim and shadowy past It served its generation well But had to succumb at last To Father Time } and the water slips Over the waste - gate free, And softly mourns as it onward flows To its home in the grand old sea. And well we remember in boyhood days As memory backward spins, When the stones went round and the hopper shook And the flour o'er flowed the bins. And the white - capped miller went about With steps so light and free And oftentimes he stopped the gear And invited us in for tea. 136