Part 2 — OLD EYES AND YOUNG EYES.

Oh, the young eyes looking forward Through the rosy mists of hope; Oh, the young feet, glad and eager, As they mount the sun-lit slope! "'Twill grow fairer"—youth is saying, "Better things before us lie, Ah, how beautiful and happy Looks the land of by-and-by!" Oh, the old eyes looking backward, From the hill-tops chill and wide, Ere the old feet, in the sunset, Journey down the further side: "Life was fairer"—age is saying "In the morning's golden glow— Ah, how beautiful and happy, Was the land of long ago!" Yet, oh, young eyes looking forward, And, oh, old eyes looking back, Be it noon-tide—be it sunset, That is shining on the track— Life is beautiful and happy, Unto all who look on high— Unto all whose hopes are centred, In the Heavenly by-and-by!