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I was yet a child,

A child Dorila too,

To gather there the flowerets wild,

We roved the forest through.

And gaily garlands then,

With passing skill displayed,

To crown us both, in childish vein,

Her little fingers made.

And thus our joys to share,

In such our thoughts and play,

We pass'd along, a happy pair,

The hours and days away.

But ev'n in sports like these,

Soon age came hurrying by!

And of our innocence the ease

Malicious seem'd to fly.