| Tell me, tell me, smiling child, |
| What the past is like to thee ? |
| 'An Autumn evening soft and mild |
| With a wind that sighs mournfully.’ |
| Tell me, what is the present hour ? |
| 'A green and flowery spray |
| Where a young bird sits gathering its power |
| To mount and fly away.’ |
| And what is the future, happy one ? |
| 'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ; |
| A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea |
| Stretching into infinity.’ |
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