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When brother Bill and I were boys, / How often in the summer we / Would seek the shade your branches made, / O fair and gracious bell-flower tree! / Amid the clover bloom we sat / And looked upon the Holyoke range, / While Fido lay a space away, / Thinking our silence very strange.
The woodchuck in the pasture-lot, / Beside his furtive hole elate, / Heard, off beyond the pickerel pond, / The redwing-blackbird chide her mate.