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The days we lived in the bygone
We’d live if we could again,
We’d pass once more into boyhood
That knoweth no ill or pain;
And we’d romp again as we used to,
So glad on the cool green lea,
And confide our thoughts to each other
In the shade of the old gum tree.
High perched up there in the branches,
At peep of the summer morn,
The warbling song of the magpie
Along by the winds was borne.
The quiet old cows in the evening
Would browse on the green, hard by
The shaded dell where the flowers
We pluckt ‘neath the morning sky.
The cot that stood by the river
Has gone with the long ago,
Where we marked the flight of the wild birds,
And watched the tides ebb and flow;
And you who came like a fairy,
The light of a blissful dream,
Your face so sweet in its gladness,
Your laugh like a rippling stream—
You too have gone with the moments
That flitted away so fast,
And I rue the smiles and the kisses
That brightened the long dead past.
Perhaps you now are as happy
As ever you were with me,
In dells and dales in the morning,
At eve by the sobbing sea;
And yet I fancy your thoughts do,
Like mine, fly back to it all,
And dwell ‘mid those scenes of our childhood
For ever beyond recall.
Edward S. Sorenson, Casino
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