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WALKS IN CHILDHOOD.
The years of my childhood past away, in humble and peaceful simplicity. I loved the shadow of high rocks, and the free musick of the brooks in summer. My heart was full of gladness, though it scarcely knew why. I made to myself a companionship among the beautiful and tuneful things of Nature,—and was happy all the day. But when evening darkened the landscape, I sat down mournfully. There was no brother, into whose hand I might put my own, and say, "Lead me forth to look at the sol-
