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THE GOLDEN KOD. 
There is a time when hope is young, 
A time of mirth and glee. 
And e’en the memory of those hours 
Brings scenes of bliss to me ; 
But now those scenes of joy are o’er, 
And why should I repine, 
While mid the homes of youth I see 
Less joy than dwells in mine ? 
J. E. Caeeentee. 
