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the old album.
How well I know thy crimson coat,
So garnished o'er with gold !
And half with sorrow, half with smiles,
The tarnished robe behold.
And fondly I recall the hour,
When first I saw thee lie
Affection's gift, all glossy bright,
Beneath my 'raptured eye.
So garnished o'er with gold !
And half with sorrow, half with smiles,
The tarnished robe behold.
And fondly I recall the hour,
When first I saw thee lie
Affection's gift, all glossy bright,
Beneath my 'raptured eye.
And first, the faded lines I trace,
Penned by a gentle hand;
They bring to me the fairest face
That graced a youthful band.
Sweet play-mate of my earlier years—
Companion of the past!
Thou hast forgot thy life of tears,
In happier realms at last!
Penned by a gentle hand;
They bring to me the fairest face
That graced a youthful band.
Sweet play-mate of my earlier years—
Companion of the past!
Thou hast forgot thy life of tears,
In happier realms at last!
Again I turn the rustling leaf:
Who comes before me now,
With the light heart that mocked at grief—
The fair, unclouded brow;
Who comes before me now,
With the light heart that mocked at grief—
The fair, unclouded brow;