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Beaming upon us in the same old way
We knew in childhood! Though a weary while
Since that far time, yet memories reconcile
The heart with odorous breaths of clover hay;
And again I hear the doves, and the sun streams through
The old barn door just as it used to do.
An old, OLD friend, upon his coming home
From some far country -- coming home to spend
Long, loitering days with me: And I extend
My hand in rapturous glee: -- And so you've come! --
Ho, I'm so glad! Come in and take a chair:
Well, this is just like OLD times, I declare!
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