After long lapse of years I tread again The little frontier town's familiar ways, And on the mingled new and old I gaze With joy that strives against a surging pain. I see old friends worn with life's struggle and strain: The little children of those far off days Bring their own broods for me to pet and praise; And, ah! how many a face I seek in vain. Till as in dream I wander to and fro, With ghosts of dead companions at my side. "Why art thou spared to live?" they murmur low: "Why shouldst thou see the light, while we abide In darkness?" O beloved! your taunts forbear: Soon I with you the sunless house must share.