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'Twas Spring ; — my former haunts I found, My favourite flowers adorn'd the ground,
My darling minstrels play'd ; The mountains were with sunset crown'd,
The valleys dun with shade.
With lorn delight the scene I view'd, Past joys and sorrows were renew'd ;
My infant hopes and fears Look'd lovely, through the solitude
Of retrospective years.
And still, in Memory's twilight bowers, The spirits of departed hours.
With mellowing tints, pourtray The blossoms of life's vernal flowers,
For ever fall'n a\vav.