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SCENES OF MY CHILDHOOD.
Scenes of my childhood, once more I behold ye,
'Mid the green waving lindens that graced ye of yore;
Friends of my childhood, once more I enfold ye,
What would my gloom-boding spirit have more!
'Mid the green waving lindens that graced ye of yore;
Friends of my childhood, once more I enfold ye,
What would my gloom-boding spirit have more!
Scenes of my childhood, in sadness I greet ye,
Can your freshness and bloom youth's gay season restore?
Friends of my childhood, in sorrow I meet ye,
For a welcome is wanting can glad me no more!
Can your freshness and bloom youth's gay season restore?
Friends of my childhood, in sorrow I meet ye,
For a welcome is wanting can glad me no more!
Scenes of my childhood, the breath of your flowers
Is loaded with memories too painful for bliss;
Friends of my childhood, there's gloom in your bowers,
Oh, where are the bright beaming glances I miss!
Is loaded with memories too painful for bliss;
Friends of my childhood, there's gloom in your bowers,
Oh, where are the bright beaming glances I miss!
Scenes of my childhood, let strangers possess ye;
Can ye witness again what ye witnessed of yore?
Friends of my childhood, in vain ye caress me,
For the kiss that was sweetest, can charm me no more!
Can ye witness again what ye witnessed of yore?
Friends of my childhood, in vain ye caress me,
For the kiss that was sweetest, can charm me no more!
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