A Song Of Long Ago.

    A song of Long Ago:
    Sing it lightly - sing it low -
    Sing it softly - like the lisping of the lips we used to know
    When our baby-laughter spilled
    From the glad hearts ever filled
    With music blithe as robin ever trilled!

    Let the fragrant summer-breeze,
    And the leaves of locust-trees,
    And the apple-buds and blossoms, and the wings of honey-bees,
    All palpitate with glee,
    Till the happy harmony
    Brings back each childish joy to you and me.

    Let the eyes of fancy turn
    Where the tumbled pippins burn
    Like embers in the orchard's lap of tangled grass and fern, -
    There let the old path wind
    In and out and on behind
    The cider-press that chuckles as we grind.

    Blend in the song the moan
    Of the dove that grieves alone,
    And the wild whir of the locust, and the bumble's drowsy drone;
    And the low of cows that call
    Through the pasture-bars when all
    The landscape fades away at evenfall.

    Then, far away and clear,
    Through the dusky atmosphere,
    Let the wailing of the kildee be the only sound we hear:
    O sad and sweet and low
    As the memory may know
    Is the glad-pathetic song of Long Ago!

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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But yesterday: -
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The orchard lands of Long Ago!
O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
The snowy blossoms back to me,
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Of truant feet, and lift the haze
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The orchard lands of Long Ago!

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In lazy laughter from the lips
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Is sweeter than the apple's is.
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Bells of Parian, and ringing
    Peals of perfume faint and fine,
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In the past, with glad embraces
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The Days Gone By

O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
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And my happy heart brimmed over, in the days gone by.

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Time Of Clearer Twitterings

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Time of crisp and tawny leaves,
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In the grove, or deeper shade
Of the tangled everglade, -
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Darts, in sudden, slanting flight,
Southward, while the startled crane
Films his eyes in dreams again.

II

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Of the days of long ago,
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