Riley farm-rhymes . ld—The corn, the fragrant clover, and the hay;But most we turn our gaze,As with ejes of other days,To the orchard where the children used to play. 19 WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO ILAY O from our lifes full measureAnd rich hoard of i^orldly treasure We often turn our zicary eyes azvay,Aud hand in hand zee z^anderDozin the old patli zeinding yonder To the orchard z^hcre the children used to play. Our sloping pasture-lands are filled with herds : The barn and granary-bins are bulging oer;The groves a paradise of singing birds— The woodland brook leaps laughing by the door Yet lo

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Riley farm-rhymes . ld—The corn, the fragrant clover, and the hay;But most we turn our gaze,As with ejes of other days,To the orchard where the children used to play. 19 WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO ILAY O from our lifes full measureAnd rich hoard of i^orldly treasure We often turn our zicary eyes azvay,Aud hand in hand zee z^anderDozin the old patli zeinding yonder To the orchard z^hcre the children used to play. Our sloping pasture-lands are filled with herds : The barn and granary-bins are bulging oer;The groves a paradise of singing birds— The woodland brook leaps laughing by the door Yet lonely, lonely still, Let us prosper as we will,Our old hearts seem so empty everyway— A\e can only through a mist See the faces we have kissedIn the orchard where the children used to play. 0 from our lifes full measure .-Ind rich hoard of zeorldly treasure ? lle often turn our zoeary eyes azeay,And hand in^ hand z^c zLanderDoziii the old path zvinding yonder To the orchard zehere the children used to

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