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LINES IN AN ALBUM
Dear Record of departed years!
Our thoughts recess—our Memory's fane—
Sacred to all our Hopes and Fears,
To Love and Grief—to Joy and Pain.
Our thoughts recess—our Memory's fane—
Sacred to all our Hopes and Fears,
To Love and Grief—to Joy and Pain.
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Recalling many a faded face,
And picturing many an altered mind,
On every page we find a trace
Which those we loved have left behind.
And picturing many an altered mind,
On every page we find a trace
Which those we loved have left behind.
The Heart's Eolian lyre that flings
To every passing breath its tone
Thrilling from wild deep wond'rous strings
A sweet sad music all it's own.
To every passing breath its tone
Thrilling from wild deep wond'rous strings
A sweet sad music all it's own.
Shrine of past spells—and long lost powers
Map of the soul—affection's chart—
Memorial of fast fading hours—
I hail thee, scripture of the heart!
Map of the soul—affection's chart—
Memorial of fast fading hours—
I hail thee, scripture of the heart!
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