And lying o’er that little brook,
A withered trunk and dead.
But memory often wanders back,
On Fancy’s pinions free—
I’ll ne’er forget the rustic seat
Beneath the old elm tree!
THE REEFER OF ’76.
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BY THE “AUTHOR OF CRUIZING IN THE LAST WAR.”
And lying o’er that little brook,
A withered trunk and dead.
But memory often wanders back,
On Fancy’s pinions free—
I’ll ne’er forget the rustic seat
Beneath the old elm tree!
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BY THE “AUTHOR OF CRUIZING IN THE LAST WAR.”