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keepsakes.
And her sweet tones of youthful glee
Come ringing as they did to me
Long years ago, ere Care or Time
Had stolen the freshness of her prime.
Come ringing as they did to me
Long years ago, ere Care or Time
Had stolen the freshness of her prime.
We stood together 'neath the stars,—
It was a night of June—
And listened to the far-off voice
Of a waterfall in tune;
And we spoke of old, familiar things
That happened long before—
Of dear companions scattered wide,
Whom we should meet no more;
And she said, lest I should e'er forget
The friend of Life's young day—
The holly walk where first we met,
So shy, and then so gay—
The pleasant hours by field and stream
That we had passed together,
When the world seemed just like fairy land,
And Life like Summer weather—
This ring should on my finger be
A talisman of memory,
It was a night of June—
And listened to the far-off voice
Of a waterfall in tune;
And we spoke of old, familiar things
That happened long before—
Of dear companions scattered wide,
Whom we should meet no more;
And she said, lest I should e'er forget
The friend of Life's young day—
The holly walk where first we met,
So shy, and then so gay—
The pleasant hours by field and stream
That we had passed together,
When the world seemed just like fairy land,
And Life like Summer weather—
This ring should on my finger be
A talisman of memory,
