And the spring at Captain Baker’s;
All these places I have trodden,
Where we played and where we skated,
Where we loved and where we quarreled,
Where we shouted joyous laughter,
Where we fought our little battles:
All these haunts of cloud and sunshine
Are so bright on mem’ry’s pages.”
Then he paused and looked about him,
But alas! the walls were covered,