Good Old Days--Dear Old Days When My Heart Beat High And Bold-- When The Things Of Earth Seemed Full Of Life, And The Future A Haze Of Gold! Oh, Merry Was I That Winter Night, And Gleeful Our Little One'S Din, And Tender The Grace Of My Darling'S Face As We Watched The New Year In. But A Voice--A Spectre'S, That Mocked At Love-- Came Out Of The Yonder Hall; "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock!" 'T Was The Solemn Clock That Ruefully Croaked To All. Yet What Knew We Of The Griefs To Be In The Year We Longed To Greet? Love--Love Was The Theme Of The Sweet, Sweet Dream I Fancied Might Never Fleet! But The Spectre Stood In That Yonder Gloom, And These Were The Words It Spake, "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock"--And They Seemed To Mock A Heart About To Break. 'T Is New-Year'S Eve, And Again I Watch In The Old Familiar Place, And I'm Thinking Again Of That Old Time When I Looked On A Dear One'S Face. Never A Little One Hugs My Knee And I Hear No Gleeful Shout-- I Am Sitting Alone By The Old Hearthstone, Watching The Old Year Out. But I Welcome The Voice In Yonder Gloom That Solemnly Calls To Me: "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock!"--For So The Clock Tells Of A Life To Be; "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock!"-'Tis So The Clock Tells Of Eternity.