  How merry sings the aftermath, With crickets fifing in the dew! The home-sweet sounds, the scene, the hour, I consecrate to you. All this you knew and loved with me; All this in our delight had part; And now—though us earth sees no more As comrades, heart to heart— This kindly strength of open fields, This faith of eve, this calm of air, They lift my spirit close to you In memory and prayer. |
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