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THE DAYS GONE BY 
 
Decorated by 
 Emily Hall Chamberlain 
 
 The Bobbs Merrill Company 
 publishers 
 
Copyright 1887. 1888, 1890. 1898, 1903, 1905, 
 
 1910, 1911, 1913, 1914 
 
 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 
 
 
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 SEP 10 1914 
 
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 FHE DAYS GONE BY 
 
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 gone by! 
 
 O the days 
 gone by ! 
 
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 orchard, and the 
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 The chirrup of 
 the robin, and 
 the whistle of 
 
 the quail 
 
 As he piped across 
 the meadows sweet 
 as any nightingale; 
 
 \A/hen the bloom 
 was on the clover, 
 and the blue was 
 in the sky, 
 
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And my happy heart 
 brimmed over, in 
 the days gone by. 
 
 In the days gone by, 
 when my naked feet 
 were tripped 
 
 By the honeysuckle 
 tangles where the 
 water-lilies dipped, 
 
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 And the ripples of 
 the river lipped the 
 moss along the brink 
 
 Where the placid- 
 eyed and lazy-footed 
 cattle came to drink. 
 
 And the tilting snipe 
 stood fearless of the 
 truant's wayward 
 cry 
 
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 And the splashing of 
 the swimmer, in the 
 days gone by. 
 O the days gone by ! 
 
 O the days gone by ! 
 The music of the 
 laughing lip, the 
 luster of the eye ; 
 
 The childish faith in 
 fairies, and Aladdin's 
 magic ring — 
 
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 The simple, soul- 
 reposing, glad belief 
 in every thing, — 
 
 When life was like a 
 
 story holding neither 
 
 sob nor sigh. 
 
 In the golden olden 
 glory of the days 
 gone by. 
 
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BE OUR FORTUNES 
 AS THEY MAY 
 
 ESTERDAY 
 you lost a 
 friend — 
 
 Bless your heart 
 
 and love it ! 
 
 For you scarce 
 
 could comprehend 
 
 All the aching of it; — 
 
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 But I sing to 
 
 you and say: 
 
 Let the lost 
 
 friend sorrow — 
 
 Here's another 
 
 come to-day. 
 
 Others may 
 
 to-morrow. 
 
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WHO BIDES HIS 
 TIME 
 
 HO bides his 
 time, and day 
 by day 
 
 Faces defeat full 
 patiently. 
 
 And lifts a mirthful 
 roundelay. 
 
 
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 However poor his 
 fortunes be, — 
 
 He \A/ill not fail in any 
 qualm 
 
 Of poverty — the 
 paltry dime 
 
 It will grow golden in 
 his palm. 
 
 Who bides his time. 
 

 
 
 
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