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FOREST MELODIES. |
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OTHER DAYS.
Oft their mem'ry comes around me
Like a strain of music low, And the sudden gush of feeling
Bids my tears in torrents flow.
In a moment fancy bears me
Back to scenes forever fled; And I listen to sweet voices
Which are hush'd among the dead.
A.nd I tread again the pathway
Which in early life I trod, With the friends who now are sleeping
'Neath the flower-besprinkled sod.
Once the world look'd bright and lovely,.
And my heart was glad and free As the sky-lark's airy pinions,
Or the ever-roving bee.
But though free, and glad, and happy,
I had no such earthly bliss, As since then I've found upspringing,—
Fountains in life's wilderness.
Yet anon, the days that vanish, Like the streams that wander by,
Will come back in memory And o'ercloud my sky. |
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