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186 FOREST MELODIES. |
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Fond Mem'ry oft shall lure you back With all her thrilling power,
And ye will think of this lone walk At twilight's sacred hour. |
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A REMEMBRANCE.
'T was such a morn as this, an autumn morn,
Mild and serene; The fields were laden with ungathered corn,
And there was seen A joyous group of children on the green.
I was among them then, a laughing child;
Well I remember The pensive sadness, and the chasten'd smile
Of sweet September, And the green forests ting'd wi{h glower amber
We were about departing for the wood,
Where brown nuts fall; But in a happy circle still we stood,
Contented all, List'ning to one whose image I recall.
He was a gray-hair'd man, with solemn tread, And beamless eye; |
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