McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader by William Holmes McGuffey
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4. The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill, Close by the spreading beech, Is very low; 't was once so high That we could almost reach; And kneeling down to take a drink, Dear Tom, I started so, To think how very much I've changed Since forty years ago. 5. Near by that spring, upon an elm, You know, I cut your name, Your sweetheart's just beneath it, Tom; And you did mine the same. Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark; 'T was dying sure, but slow, Just as that one whose name you cut Died forty years ago. 6. My lids have long been dry, Tom, But tears came in my eyes: I thought of her I loved so well, Those early broken ties. I visited the old churchyard, And took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved Just forty years ago. 7. Some are in the churchyard laid, Some sleep beneath the sea; |
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