The Glory of Their Times: The Story of the Early Days of Baseball Told by the Men Who Played It (Harper Perennial Modern Classics)

by Lawrence S. Ritter

Now summer goes And tomorrow’s snows Will soon be deep, And the sky of blue Which summer knew Sees shadows creep. As the gleam tonight Which is silver bright Spans ghostly forms, The winds rush by With a warning cry Of coming storms. So the laurel fades In the snow-swept glades Of flying years, And the dreams of youth Find the bitter truth Of pain and tears. Through the cheering mass Let the victors pass To find fate’s thrust, As tomorrow’s fame Writes another name On drifting dust.

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