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A LOST LOVE
AS our childhood's world of wood and field,
That strangers now possess;
As a dead mother's face in sleep revealed
To her child in its loneliness:
That strangers now possess;
As a dead mother's face in sleep revealed
To her child in its loneliness:
As a dream of home to an exile banished
For ever beyond the sea;
So vainly sweet, O love long vanished,
Is the sound of thy name to me!
For ever beyond the sea;
So vainly sweet, O love long vanished,
Is the sound of thy name to me!
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