The Old Days
The old days - the far days - The overdear and fair! - The old days - the lost days - How lovely they were! The old days of Morning, With the dew-drench on the flowers And apple-buds and blossoms Of those old days of ours. Then was the real gold Spendthrift Summer flung; Then was the real song Bird or Poet sung! There was never censure then, - Only honest praise - And all things were worthy of it In the old days. There bide the true friends - The first and the best; There clings the green grass Close where they rest: Would they were here? No; - Would we were there!... The old days - the lost days - How lovely they were!
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