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of gentle singing Went by upon the wind, And an echo sweet is ringing— The thought it left behind.

'Twas a song of other feelings That belonged to other days, Ere I marked the stern revealings Of the curtain time must raise.

When my heart and step were lighter Than they'll ever be again, And the dream of hope was brighter— For I believed it then.

That sweet song was of gladness, Yet it has left with me A shadow one-half sadness, One-half dear memory.

Though the darkness of November Around my heart be thrown, Yet how pleasant to remember The spring hours once its own!