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 to-day ! how swiftly time has sped On his aerial flight ! how silently The days and weeks and months away have fled, Bearing me forward on life's stormy sea, Bearing me farther from those sunny hours When life seemed bright, and buttercups and daisies I thought the fairest of the countless flowers That gemmed the fields or wildwoods' devious mazes ! Alas ! that childhood hours return no more, Those golden moments of the happy mind,