Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible. Some changes of spelling and punctuation at the end of the text. Dear boy, ten summers--ten swift summers now Have come and gone since last I said good-bye, Ten idle, wasted summers gone, and how I hardly know, so swift the seasons fly: So swift the seasons come, so swift they go, That scare it seems one brief, one little day, Since boyish voices bid us come and play: And little girls did seem to lure us so.…
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