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MUNJOY HILL.
When, years ago, along the hill
I wandered, in the twilight still,
There, where the waters meet the land,
The waves ran lightly up the sand,
And old as time, but ever new,
Sang their soft song—“Forever true!”
I wandered, in the twilight still,
There, where the waters meet the land,
The waves ran lightly up the sand,
And old as time, but ever new,
Sang their soft song—“Forever true!”
Again I pace, with footsteps slow,
The pleasant haunt of long ago,
And note how time has wrought its spell
On all the scenes beloved so well,
Where gradual growth, and loss, and change,
Make half the landscape new and strange.
The pleasant haunt of long ago,
And note how time has wrought its spell
On all the scenes beloved so well,
Where gradual growth, and loss, and change,
Make half the landscape new and strange.
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Remembered trees no more are seen,
New boundaries check the stretches green;
New roofs and chimneys sharply rise
Against the old familiar skies—
And nothing, save the constant sea,
Remains as then it used to be.
New boundaries check the stretches green;
New roofs and chimneys sharply rise
Against the old familiar skies—
And nothing, save the constant sea,
Remains as then it used to be.
The very faces in the street
Are changed from those I used to meet;
Only the fickle, varying sea
Has kept its vow of constancy,
And murmurs still, the gloaming through,
The same old vow—“Forever true!”
Are changed from those I used to meet;
Only the fickle, varying sea
Has kept its vow of constancy,
And murmurs still, the gloaming through,
The same old vow—“Forever true!”
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