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VI.
A THOUGHT OF THE PAST.
I waked from slumber at the dead of night,Moved by a dream too heavenly fair to last—
A dream of boyhood's season of delight;
It flashed along the dim shapes of the past;
And, as I mused upon its strange appeal,
Thrilling me with emotions undefined,
Old memories, bursting from Time's icy seal,
Rushed, like sun-stricken fountains, on my mind.
Scenes where my lot was cast in life's young day;
My favorite haunts, the shores, the ancient woods,
Where, with my schoolmates, I was wont to stray;
Green, sloping lawns, majestic solitudes—
All rose to view, more beautiful than then;—
They faded, and I wept—a child indeed again!
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