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OH! IF ONCE MORE.
Oh! if once more, I might but see
Each well known path—each long-loved tree—
And feel myself once more at home
Beneath the old wood's accustomed gloom!
Each well known path—each long-loved tree—
And feel myself once more at home
Beneath the old wood's accustomed gloom!
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And if once more I might inhale
That air which tells to me a tale
Of hopes as fresh, and dreams as fair
As ev'n itself—that chrystal air.
That air which tells to me a tale
Of hopes as fresh, and dreams as fair
As ev'n itself—that chrystal air.
And if once more I might but hear
The old familiar music dear
Of those sweet streams—so blue, so bright,
That gush like floods of liquid light—
The old familiar music dear
Of those sweet streams—so blue, so bright,
That gush like floods of liquid light—
Once more I might become a child
In thought—and feeling—free and wild—
My heart a world—with visions rife,
A vision to itself—my Life!
In thought—and feeling—free and wild—
My heart a world—with visions rife,
A vision to itself—my Life!
I might take up Fate's tangled thread,
Where first with fibres black and dread
'Twas mixed—to endanger and enchain,
And weave the mystic web again!
Where first with fibres black and dread
'Twas mixed—to endanger and enchain,
And weave the mystic web again!
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