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MEMORIES OF HOME.
Down in the solitude of thought, where hopes well-garnered dwell,
Where treasured up, our richer store lies safely kept and well,
There meting out the brilliant rays, which from their lustre come,
Lie safe-embowered, like ocean's pearls, these memories of home.
In varied shape these memories flock, their fav'rite guise come list:
They're tending sprites which hover round, like seraphs in a mist
Of light evolved from spirit-land, and ever point away
To where our earlier joys had birth, our earliest longings stay.
