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Interceptions
IN youth I roamed the woodlands free,
I caught the breath of birch and pine;
The harebell blossomed fair to see,
Wild grew the eglantine.
My soul was fresh as morning dew,
My heart was clear of worldly taint;
And earth and sky a heaven-like hue,
Did on my vision paint.
Had night ne'er come to halt my steed,
Nor body pined for carnal fare,
I should have reached life's royal mead,—
Contentment void of care.
