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HE air is charged with amatory numbers— Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers' lays. Peace, peace, old heart! Why waken from its slumbers
 * The aching memory of the old, old days?

Time was when Love and I were well acquainted.
 * Time was when we walked ever hand in hand;

A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted,
 * None better-loved than I in all the land!

Time was, when maidens of the noblest station,
 * Forsaking even military men,

Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration—
 * Ah me, I was a fair young curate then!