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MEMORIES.
AT times there falls across my heart
A beam of memory's golden light;
And mote-like fancies float and dart,
And glisten through that medium bright;
Till even the dust, that covers o'er
The hopes and fantasies of yore,
A silvery veil appears,
Beneath which gleam in life once more
The joys of other years.
A beam of memory's golden light;
And mote-like fancies float and dart,
And glisten through that medium bright;
Till even the dust, that covers o'er
The hopes and fantasies of yore,
A silvery veil appears,
Beneath which gleam in life once more
The joys of other years.
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But even like one with failing feet,
Who travels many a weary mile,
And plucks at times some flow'ret sweet,
Or marks a transient sunbeam smile;
Then on some hill his footsteps stays,
And calmly through the twilight haze
Reviews his devious track,—
So now my soul the Past surveys,
But is not tempted back.
Who travels many a weary mile,
And plucks at times some flow'ret sweet,
Or marks a transient sunbeam smile;
Then on some hill his footsteps stays,
And calmly through the twilight haze
Reviews his devious track,—
So now my soul the Past surveys,
But is not tempted back.
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