TO LAURA DURDEN.
It brings to my heart all the past, Laura, To look in your dear eyes again;The pleasures that never can last, Laura, The youth that we cling to in vain.The school-days so far, far away, Laura, The tasks we have learned side by side,The joys that we knew in that day, Laura, Have drifted away with the tide.
How well I remember the years, Laura, We passed in the old "college hall,"And look back through the fast-falling tears, Laura, On the days we can never recall.The bright sunny days that we knew, Laura, With never a shadow of woe;When the world seemed so fair and so true, Laura, Alas! that was long, long ago.
Your cheek, once so rounded and fair, Laura, So pallid and altered to-day;
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