... by ciiauj.es wii.ro-.. There was a tree, an aged tree, I nat once i loved to climu, And, throned upon its branches there, To rock them all the time ; To laugh and shout, devoid of fears, And swing me to and fro — But ah ! 'twas in my childish years, That passed so long ago 1 I've led a merry troop of boys, Through tangled woods and lanes — Too boisterous in our reckless noise To heed the ...