A Reminiscence
WE wandered by the quiet stream
That down the valley glides;
Our hearts were light, our souls agleam,
With what in life abides.
The day was bright, an autumn day,
October,—long ago,—
Yet when I think, it seems, somehow,
'Tis but a year or so.
The ready thought of that sweet scene,
Comes o'er me like a charm;
The first that's in my memory green,
The last that Time can harm.
No lovelier spot could wish demand,
No fairer sight could be;
Here Nature's wealth, with bounteous hand,
Was lavished full and free.
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