Winding the Clock 



Farewell! Dear Dumbiedykes ! Again fare- 

 well! 



I love thee still. 



The rain upon the roof, the ingle nook, 

 The glow upon the hearth, the open book, 

 When clouds obscure the sun. 



Farewell! Dear Dumbiedykes! A fond fare- 

 well! 



The birds have flown, 

 And evening shadows falling fast 

 In darkness veil the radiant past. 

 The day is done. 



Farewell! Dear Dumbiedykes! Still fare 



thee well! 

 The fire burns low. 



I leave thee to thy dreams and memories sweet, 

 And visions fair of happiness complete! 

 The end has come. 



