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FOREST MELODIES. |
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"That home—its-whiten'd turrets look'd the same, But what a change Had pass'd across its threshold when I came !
Ah, faces strange, And tenants new did through its precincts range.
" Another hand train'd now my sister's flow'rs—
Alas! alas! How bitterly I thought of those sweet hours
Forever past, And of her tears, and fond embrace the last.
" A mother's vacant seat recall'd to mind
Her fervent prayers, And the lone wand'rer, on that seat reclin'd,
Shed bitter tears, The first for many long and wretched years.
" A father's counsels sunk into my heart,
Now, that his tone Was hush'd forever! Every fitful start
Of the wind's moan Brought back the precepts long from mem'ry gone.
" The wand'rer was reclaim'd—his wretched soul Was then forgiven; |
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