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NEVER FOUND.
There's an image we enshrine
In the heart's young days;
A form we deem divine
In the heart's young days;
But that fancy of the mind,
We may seek—but never find:
'Tis a dream we leave behind
With our heart's young days.
In the heart's young days;
A form we deem divine
In the heart's young days;
But that fancy of the mind,
We may seek—but never find:
'Tis a dream we leave behind
With our heart's young days.
But who can dreams control
In their heart's young days?
They're the shadows of the soul,
In our heart's young days:
And, though the living grace
May escape from our embrace,
Yet sweet's the vision'd face
Of our heart's young days!
In their heart's young days?
They're the shadows of the soul,
In our heart's young days:
And, though the living grace
May escape from our embrace,
Yet sweet's the vision'd face
Of our heart's young days!
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'Tis the purity that waits
On our heart's young days;
That such loveliness creates
In our heart's young days:
The angel, that we drew,
Remain'd while life was new;
Then back to heaven flew
With our heart's young days!
On our heart's young days;
That such loveliness creates
In our heart's young days:
The angel, that we drew,
Remain'd while life was new;
Then back to heaven flew
With our heart's young days!
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