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Title: "The Delights Of Our Childhood Is Soon Passed Away"
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [
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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!
Then ho! fer your brekfast! and ho! fer the toil
That waiteth alike man and beast!
Oh! its soon with my team I'll be turnin' up soil,
Whilse the sun shoulders up in the East
Ore the tops of the ellums and beeches and oaks,
To smile his godspeed on the plow,
And the furry and seed, and the Man in his need,
And the joy of the swet of his brow!
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James Whitcomb Riley's poem: "The Delights Of Our Childhood Is Soon Passed Away"
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