/ could see the blue Kingfisher, I could hear his well-known cry, Likewise the robin and the thrush, As in flight they passed me by. The ducks and geese were swimming In the river down below, And the scene looked much the same to me, As fifty years ago. The old log house where I was born Has met the usual fate, Has been torn down and been replaced By one more up to date. 'Twas there I passed my boyhood days, Along with Tom ana Joe, While Mikenad grown to man's estate, Some fifty years ago. The Angelus is ringing In the church upon the hill, I listen and it makes my mind With solemn feelings fill. My parents in the church -yard sleep, The sleep the good may know, They lived a blameless happy life, Some fifty years ago. My mind goes back to happy days When friendship did abound, When friends and strangers in our house, A welcome always found. And Christmas was the day of days, In that blessed cottage low, Tor hospitality and good cheer, Some fifty years ago. 197