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90 Through the shady path where the May pinks grew to the low red schoolhouse door. Oh, those pleasant walks through the grand old woods, where the south wind tossed our curls! And the dew on the grass on the sunlight shone, like strings of the ocean pearls. Ah! the happiest of our lives were then, when we were but careless girls! Careless and happy! our hearts were glad as the streamlet that ripples by; We shook the bee from the clover-bloom, and followed the butterfly; And the squirrel peeped from his nest in the tree, and chirped as we hurried by.