The recollections of the past Is vivid still and pleasing, And I am conscious it will last, Though all things else are teazing. When I look back to youthful days, That now are gone forever, Upon my childish sports and plays, I feel as young as ever.
But then alas! when I behold My visage in the glass, I see that I am growing old, And left the youthful class. How dearly I remember when, No cares disturbed my mind, But o'er the Hills and in the Glen I roamed as free as wind.
Sometimes to Wood's Hill to My brother and his pouse. But more than all the apple tree That grew behind the house. Or those within the orchard green Behind old Dick's abode When I could take and not be seen As many as I would.
But then my heart went pit-a-pat Least Dick might chance to see. Through fear I could not fill my hat, Before I'd run and flee. It was, and still is my belief, I hope you think the same, Nature ne'er formed me for a theif, Nor any of my name.
Father and Mother, both you know, Implanted virtuous notions, And if their planting did not grow, Still there are some emotions. A hatred of what's really wrong, A leaning to the right I hope the spark though smouldering long, May yet burn clear and bright.
Written by Samuel Ruddell at Ashgrove, Halton Co (I don't know if this is correct as the page is torn here) Ontario, Canada 1850.
Samuel Ruddell was my Great Grandfather or so I'm told any information on this line would be appreciated.