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O there are still for me sweet joys
Remembrances of love-filled moments fond—
Long parleys with dear friends of autumn-morns;
And bantering. There is the bond of friendship
That makes me think of others; and the thought
That in my age I yet may joyaunce give
To some lone being left forlorn and sad.
And may we three not spend rapt evenings,
As now, to muse of things unknown, unfelt
Before—oh! In the peace of nature’s realm
We find new thought to wish we lived fore’er!
—Louis Eilshemius (1864-1941), from Louis M. Elshemus, Poetical Works of Louis M. Elshemus (New York: The Abbey Press, 1901), 161-162