For we are the same our father's have been...

"For we are the same our fathers have been;
We see the same sights our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And we run the same course our fathers have run.


"They loved, but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved, but no wail their slumber will come;
They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb,


"They died, aye! they died; we things that are now,
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow;
Who make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road."


Charles Lewis Olney, Age 16 years
3rd Son of Archie & Elva Chandler Olney