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THE PLAYFELLOWS.
Far away and long ago,Long ago and far away,
Seems it now since in the low
Deep valley, shut from rougher weather,
Love, Hope, Joy, and I together
Play'd, ah! many and many a day;
Hid beneath the branching fern,
Hid beneath the blooming heather,
Hiding, seeking, each in turn;
Oh! what games we play'd together!
Till one day, within the dell,
Hope and Joy, together hiding,
Hid so long and hid so well,
We found them not, though keenly chiding;
When we call'd came no replying,
Came a sound of hidden laughter
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Came a sound of secret sighing;
Then a shadow from the hill
Crept, and all grew sudden still;
Gay and green and golden there
Daffodils 'twixt light and shade
Laugh'd, blue periwinkles made
Nets our childish feet to snare;
On us lightly from the bough
Cherry blossoms dropp'd; but now
Through the glen we slowly pass'd,
We knew that we had seen the last
Of Hope and Joy, no more together
Play we there in summer weather.
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