poems.
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LIFE'S CHANGES.
It was a balmy day in June,
And the lovely birds were singing,
And the very air was humming notes
That village bells were ringing.
And the lovely birds were singing,
And the very air was humming notes
That village bells were ringing.
Forth I wandered to the willow,
Sat me down upon the green,
Watched the sunshine gladly dancing
Overhead, with gladsome beam.
Sat me down upon the green,
Watched the sunshine gladly dancing
Overhead, with gladsome beam.
I had been for years a wanderer,
Roaming far in distant lands;
And my weary form was bending;
Time on me had laid his hands.
Roaming far in distant lands;
And my weary form was bending;
Time on me had laid his hands.
All at once I heard a prattling
Of some little voices sweet,
And my eyes with light were beaming—
I could hear my heartstrings beat.
Of some little voices sweet,
And my eyes with light were beaming—
I could hear my heartstrings beat.
