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XXIX.
The recollection of the days when,Free from passion's thrall,
He passed his childhood's happy years—
The happiest of all—
Soothed him, and o'er his spirit threw
A mild and holy calm;
Lost in the mazes of the past,
The present ceased to charm;
Till he confounds, insensibly,
The present with the past,
As nature, o'er his tired soul,
Sleep's grateful mantle cast.
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