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Rh Shall the poor transport of an hour
 * Repay long years of sore distress—

The fragrance of a lonely flower
 * Make glad the wilderness?

Ye golden hours of life's young spring,
 * Of innocence, of love and truth!

Bright beyond all imagining,
 * Thou fairy dream of youth!

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
 * The slow result of life's decay,

To be once more a little child
 * For one bright summer day.