Happy Days
A fringe of rushes, one green line Upon a faded plain; A silver streak of water-shine, Above, tree-watchers twain. It was our resting-place awhile, And still, with backward gaze, We say: Tis many a weary mile, But there were happy days. And shall no ripple break the sand Upon our farther way? Or reedy ranks all knee-deep stand? Or leafy tree-tops sway? The gold of dawn is surely met In sunsets lavish blaze; And, in horizons hidden yet, There shall be happy days.
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"A fringe of rushes, one green line..."
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