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Caption: Illio - 1896
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(Refrofipect. Come back, O happy days, With vour mirth and roundelavs, With the music and the laughter Of the world's old-fashioned ways; W h e n our hearts were full and free, And all our eyes could see Was t h e glad, alluring glimmer Of the golden time to be. Come back, O happy springs, With your rainbows and your wings, With the dewdrops and the roses, And the u n r e m e m b e r e d things That led our feet astray Through t h e fields and far away To the woodlands, where the waters Warbled seaward all t h e day. Come back, O summer time, With the rapture and the r h y m e Of the songs that used to charm us In the passion of our prime; When the m u r m u r of the dove On t h e drowsy hills above Was mingled with the melody Of lips we used to love. Come bark, <) autumn brown ; Shake all vour walnuts down, And call unto the hills again The truants of the town; Bring back the i railing vine, Over-weighted with its wine Tied up in fairy flagons For the thirsty lips like mine. Come back, 0 happy nights, With your dreams and your delights, And all the mellow lullabies That memory recites; Turn back t h e sliding sand, And restore the vanished h a n d , Whose ever-tender touches Love alone can understand. Come back, come back to me, O my youth, and let us be Companions for a day again, To ramble far and free Over meadow-lands we knew, W h e n the winds of morning blew And the bird-wings gleamed above us Like t h e blooms we wandered through JAMES NEWTON MATTHEWS, 7 2 . 75
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