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REMEMBERED DAYS.

In the quiet of the evening,
 When the shadows gather deep,
When the violets fold their petals
 And the merry songsters sleep;
When the little firefly flashes
 Through the gloom his tiny light,
And the crickets add their music
 To the voices of the night;
When the heavens show their splendor
 And the far worlds brightly shine,
Then I think with passionate longing
 Of a heart that once was mine;
And once more I cross the meadows
 With a lover's springing tread,
While my pulses thrill at memory
 Of the maid I hoped to wed;
And again I see her seated
 At the foot of some old tree,
With that tender smile of greeting
 That she always kept for me.

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