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E wandered by the quiet stream That down the valley glides; Our hearts were light, our souls agleam, With what in life abides.

The day was bright, an autumn day, October,—long ago,— Yet when I think, it seems, somehow, 'Tis but a year or so.

The ready thought of that sweet scene, Comes o'er me like a charm; The first that's in my memory green, The last that Time can harm.

No lovelier spot could wish demand, No fairer sight could be; Here Nature's wealth, with bounteous hand, Was lavished full and free.