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Hymns and Poems

Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition

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XI. ON PASSING BY A FORMER HOME ON A RAILWAY.
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XI. ON PASSING BY A FORMER HOME ON A RAILWAY.

All on a road of iron strong,
Behind our iron steed,
Old England's Westward length along
We swept with fiery speed.
Oh, drear to me was that long day,
And weary was the din;
No village scenes to cheer the way!
My heart fell dead within.
When suddenly there burst on me;
A spot well known of yore;
A spot I had not dreamt to see,—
A moment seen and o'er!
Within a little nook it lay,—
Garden and house and lawn,
Beeches and brook and steeple gray
That saw my boyhood's dawn.
O blest abode! to your sweet shade
How did my spirit spring;
Counting the gulf that time had made
A momentary thing!
And ringing back life's changes all,
Till far away I heard
The chimes of early childhood call,
Like to a mocking-bird.

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O blest abode! like some deep thought
A moment felt and o'er,
As though Eternity it brought,
Then left us as before!
Farewell, farewell! the world sweeps by,
And I with it must go;
But I'll return before I die,
If God shall grant it so.