The old swimmin hole the first stanza of the poem

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