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In The Long, Long Ago

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Day
28
Month
March
Year
1879
Copyright
Public Domain
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The bloom of summer lies sweet apon the earth, The azure skiea are radiant far above, The sea, melodious, murmura on the ahore, And life íb all a dream of hope and love. The old manor-house Btands grim upon the hill, And o' er its Bunlit mossgrown valla there twinefi In delicate tracery of aoft-green branchea, The clinging scarlet-blosaomed ivy vinea. The giant oak, above their leafage eool and dense, Spreads out ita foliase to the bleased Bun, Whither, to build fair castles in the air, 1 turn my footsteps when the day is done. Long, long, O bo long ago, I met my love In thegloaming, beneath this same old tree; And there her songs of joy and love were wafted far On the winds that blow away beyond the Bea. Ah ! I remember that voice ao low and sweet, And the light within thoBe eyes so darkly browu; Her cheeka were like the blooming wild red rose, 9 That Bhowers, amid the haze of June, ita pétala down. And then how I wove the wreatha of hawthorn buds That, with their fragrance, grew bo thickly there, Amid the waving, careless unbound Btrands Of her shimmering wealth of golden hair. Oh! those happy, happy days, will ever haunt me, And linger round my heart with a fadelesB glow; 80 that when I think that they'U come to me no more Ah! bitter tears I shed for "long ago." Kexdall Green Washington, D. C, 1879.

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Old News
Michigan Argus