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_The delights of our childhood is soon passed away, / And our gloryus youth it departs, -- / And yit, dead and burried, they's blossoms of May / Ore theyr medderland graves in our harts. / So, friends of my bare-footed days on the farm, / Whether truant in city er not, / God prosper you same as He's prosperin' me, / Whilse your past haint despised er fergot._
_Oh! they's nothin', at morn, that's as grand unto me / As the glorys of Nachur so fare, -- / With the Spring in the breeze, and the bloom in the trees, / And the hum of the bees ev'rywhare! / The green in the woods, and the birds in the boughs, / And the dew spangled over the fields; / And the bah of the sheep and the bawl of the cows / And the call from the house to your meals! _