The perfume of the summer fields;
The dreams and gladness of the hours
That freshness to our pathway yields.
Times when the heart was glad and young,
A thousand scenes of love and truth,
That, rose-like, from our track have sprung,
Amid the dreamy times of youth.
Hours when each gushing fount of life
Leaped high amid this desert wild,
Come angel-like to calm the strife,