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SCHOOL-CHILDREN.
Through the shady path where the May pinks
grew to the low red schoolhouse door.
Oh, those pleasant walks through the grand old
woods, where the south wind tossed our
curls!
And the dew on the grass on the sunlight shone,
like strings of the ocean pearls.
Ah! the happiest of our lives were then, when
we were but careless girls!
Careless and happy! our hearts were glad as the
streamlet that ripples by;
We shook the bee from the clover-bloom, and
followed the butterfly;
And the squirrel peeped from his nest in the
tree, and chirped as we hurried by.
