| Show DREAM OF VANISHED BOYHOOD Theres n scene I remember an oft chosen chos-en byway Where the grass In midsummer was navy and long And where In Its Joy was a bright little rUor That rippled and babbled and murmured murmur-ed its song A clear little bright little mlto of n river That sparkled and chattered and murmured mur-mured along And there on the high grassy bank was tho beechwood The farrcnchlns elm cast Its shadow around Twas there too tho silver leaved maplo was growing And tho bright fiery tassels of sumach were found While on through tho patches of shade nnd of sunshine In ripple and eddy still dancing nway That dear little clear little mlto of a river Kept murmrlng and singing tho whole summer day And there too the redbreasted robin was singing The bluebird once swayed In the branches on high I As If undecided which charms to be seeking seek-ing I The green of the earth or the blue of the sky Whllo still from the depth of tho shadiest places With ripple and song never ceasing to run That dear little bright little mite of n river Whirled merrily Into the light of tho sun And them leaped I the trout through tho rapids and shallows Midstream tenth the dead whitened bough of the tree where oft in his glory tho bold feathered llshtr Swooped down on his prize twas In tended for me While I youthful angler expectantly waited The Impulse conveyed by the twinge of the line TIIH hung in that clear little mite of a river Whoso bright finny treasure no moro may be mine Ecn now the gay butterfly nits oer the water The wild beo returns to the sweet scented flowers The summer born locust Illngs out of the trrctops His shrill whistled praise of tho bright Runny hours Even now I Imagine the maple Invites me To come back and loungo In tho depth of the glen That tho dear little clear little mlto of a river Is calling mo back to the meadow again No more by the bend where the water I in deepest I pile the few garments a boy nerds must wear No moro may I plunge In tho pure gurg ling water To sport with Its ripples their coolness cool-ness to share For Im far far away from that green grassy meadow Whllo time Jnto years passes slowly along nut still In the distance that mlto of n river Is calling mo back with tho voice of Its pong Floyit D Raze In Chicago Inter Ocean |
