WE wandered by the quiet stream
That down the valley glides;
Our hearts were light, our souls agleam,
⁠With what in life abides.

The day was bright, an autumn day,
⁠October,—long ago,—
Yet when I think, it seems, somehow,
⁠'Tis but a year or so.

The ready thought of that sweet scene,
⁠Comes o'er me like a charm;
The first that's in my memory green,
⁠The last that Time can harm.

No lovelier spot could wish demand,
⁠No fairer sight could be;
Here Nature's wealth, with bounteous hand,
⁠Was lavished full and free.