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The old days -- the far days -- / The overdear and fair! -- / The old days -- the lost days -- / How lovely they were!
The old days of Morning, / With the dew-drench on the flowers / And apple-buds and blossoms / Of those old days of ours.
Then was the _real_ gold / Spendthrift Summer flung; / Then was the _real_ song / Bird or Poet sung!
There was never censure then, -- / Only honest praise -- / And all things were worthy of it / In the old days.
There bide the true friends -- / The first and the best; / There clings the green grass / Close where they rest: / Would they were here? No; -- / Would _we_ were _there_! .
The old days -- the lost days -- / How lovely they were!