Forty years on, when afar and asunder
Parted are those who are singing today
When you look back and forgetfully wonder
What you were like in your work and your play

Then, it may be, there will often come o’er you
Glimpses of notes like the catch of a song
Visions of boyhood will float then before you
Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along

Oh the great days in the distance enchanted
Days of fresh air in the wind and the sun
How we rejoiced as we struggled and panted
Hardly believe, forty years on!

Anon.