And crown anew this hero of the bloody field!

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UP AND DOWN OLD CLARK'S RUN.

Bright visions of childhood! How dear to the heart

Are the scenes which from memory can never depart!

Undimmed by the sorrows, the grief and the tears

Which have shadowed the pathway of life's later years,

They come like the rainbow which follows the storm—

On remembrance reflected with colors as warm—

And in dreams of delight they picture the fun

That we had long ago when we fished in Clark's Run!

With a can full of worms and a heart full of joy,

Up and down the old stream, a bare-footed boy,

A truant from school, my footsteps would stray

To the deep-shaded pool, or where ripples at play,

As they flowed over beds of smooth-polished stones,

Sang a lullaby sweet in soft undertones!

From the dawn of the day to the set of the sun

What pleasures we've had when we fished in Clark's Run!

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