Excerpt from Folio, Vol. 25: A Journal of Music, Drama, Art and Literature; January, 1884
Through the meadow by the brooklet, In the merry summer days, When all nature dons her choicest, Bathed in softest golden rays, When the ﬂowers wet with dew-drops Shed their fragrance on the air, There I often love to ramble, Free from sorrow, toil, and care.
Through the forest clad with verdure, In the merry summer days, O'er the mossy carpets roving Through the aisles of leafy maze, Where the birds are ﬂitting ever Fancy free through sylvan bowers, There I often love to ramble, Love to pass the idle hours.
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