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When Childhood rambles up and down thy side,

 Holding long dalliance with the howerets there, Sending his merry shout across thy tide,-

 And when his patterng feet thy wavelets dare, How eanst thou murmuring mock his rising ioy And bear away the flowers he flings to thee; An! little dreams that merry, thoughtless boy,

 That Time cen tEus sweeps to Etelniiyi