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Poems.
Than the home of my childhood,
The fond ones that met
There around the bright fireside,
In converse so sweet.
The fond ones that met
There around the bright fireside,
In converse so sweet.
Though those friends have departed,
Deserted that home,
And afar from its door-step,
So sadly I roam,
Yet oft of those happy years,
A shadowy train
Of dim visions seems gliding
Through my weary brain.
Deserted that home,
And afar from its door-step,
So sadly I roam,
Yet oft of those happy years,
A shadowy train
Of dim visions seems gliding
Through my weary brain.
Other homes may be brighter,
In splendor may shine,
Other friends in true friendship
Grasp this hand of mine;
But, home of my childhood,
My heart leaps for thee,
Like an o'erflowing fountain
Where'er I may be.
In splendor may shine,
Other friends in true friendship
Grasp this hand of mine;
But, home of my childhood,
My heart leaps for thee,
Like an o'erflowing fountain
Where'er I may be.
ALAS! ALAS!
Alas! Alas! the noisy laugh,
May stifle back a sigh;
And galling tears concealed may lie
Within the brightest eye.
May stifle back a sigh;
And galling tears concealed may lie
Within the brightest eye.
