The Old Swimmin' Hole Analysis

1Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
2Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
3And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below
4Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know
5Before we could remember anything but the eyes
6Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise;
7But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,
8And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole.

9Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore,
10When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,
11Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide
12That gazed back at me so gay and glorified,
13It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress
14My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness.
15But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll
16From the old man come back to the old swimmin'-hole.

17Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the long, lazy days
18When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,
19How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,
20Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane
21You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole
22They was lots o' fun on hands at the old swimmin'-hole.
23But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll
24Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin'-hole.

25Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
26And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
27And it mottled the worter with amber and gold
28Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;
29And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by
30Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,
31Or a wownded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle
32As it cut acrost some orchard to'rds the old swimmin'-hole.

33Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! When I last saw the place,
34The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face;
35The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot
36Whare the old divin'-log lays sunk and fergot.
37And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be --
38But never again will theyr shade shelter me!
39And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,
40And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.

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