How Pleasing Simplest Recollections Seem! Now Summer Comes, It Warms Me To Look Back On The Sweet Happiness Of Youth'S Wild Track, Varied And Fleeting As A Summer Dream: Here Have I Paus'D Upon The Sweeping Rack That Specks Like Wool-Flocks Through The Purple Sky; Here Have I Careless Stooped Down To Catch The Meadow Flower That Entertain'D My Eye; And As The Butterfly Went Whirring By, How Anxious For Its Settling Did I Watch; And Oft Long Purples On The Water'S Brink Have Tempted Me To Wade, In Spite Of Fate, To Pluck The Flowers. -Oh, To Look Back And Think, What Pleasing Pains Such Simple Joys Create!