IN FRENCH FIELDS.
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DOST THOU REMEMBER, MARY?
Dost thou remember, Mary,
Our childhood on the green?
Our gay sports in the meadows?
I then was but fifteen.
The dance on grass, like velvet,
It cheered our leisure hours;
That time hath passed for ever,
The time of joy and flowers.
Dost thou remember, dearest,
The evening in the glen?
When first thou saidst, 'I love thee!'
I was but twenty then.
Both happy, both in blushes,
Ah day! all days above;
That time hath passed for ever,
The thrilling time of love.
Dost thou remember, Mary,
The war-time and thy fear,
When I joined my country's banners?
'Twas in my thirtieth year.
The echoes of the trumpet
Made soldiers of us all;
That time I now regret too,
And would e'en that recall.
