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We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true; A pair of Friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. "Now, Matthew! let us try to match This water's pleasant tune With some old Border-song, or Catch That suits a summer's noon.