In the Long Ago by Eugene Field

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 6, 1911

In the Long Ago

By Eugene Field

I ONCE knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name, My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees.

I knew where thrived, in yonder glen, What plants would soothe a stone-bruised toe— O, I was very learned then, But that was very long ago!

I knew the spot upon the hill Where checkerberries could be found; I knew the rushes near the mill Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound!

I knew the wood—the very tree— Where lived the poaching, saucy crow; And all the woods and crows knew me— But that was very long ago!

And pining for the joys of youth, I tread the old, familiar spot, Only to learn this solemn truth: I have forgotten, am forgot. Yet here's this youngster at my knee Knows all the things I used to know; To think I once was wise as he— But that was very long ago!

I know it's folly to complain Of whatsoever the fates decree; Yet, were not wishes all in vain, I tell you what my wish would be: I'd wish to be a boy again, Back with the friends I used to know; For I was, O! so happy then— But that was very long ago!

—Eugene Field.