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I dare not think upon the time When last I heard that strain.

It was a silent summer eve: We stood by the hill side, And we could see my ship afar Breasting the ocean tide.

Around us grew the graceful larch, A calm blue sky above, Beneath were little cottages, The homes of peace and love.

Thy harp was by thee then, as now, One hand in mine was laid; The other, wandering 'mid the chords, A soothing music made: