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The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool -- / Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; / It brings me soothing fancies of the homestead on the hill, / And I hear the thrush's evening song and the robin's morning trill; / So I fall to thinking tenderly of those I used to know / Where the sassafras and snakeroot and checkerberries grow.
What has become of Ezra Marsh, who lived on Baker's hill? / And what's become of Noble Pratt, whose father kept the mill? / And what's become of Lizzie Crum and Anastasia Snell, / And of Roxie Root, who 'tended school in Boston for a spell? / They were the boys and they the girls who shared my youthful play -- / They do not answer to my call! My playmates -- where are they?