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Show RIEPIORY! MErflORY! CLOSE THY CATE. Momorv! Memory! Close thy KE.tol L'toplcd wilii forms I once havu known, Youthful and fair, Lont-3 f I wait, OuUido the wickot whero they have Jliuvrj, Catching iiglircpso of their golden hair. Memory! Memory! CIopo thy pale! liolding tho friends of my early yoars, Many long days, Sadly I wuit, Outoido tho portal, through smiles and tear 3, Catching a glimpse of their sunny face. .Memory! Memory! Closo thy gate! Pictures I painted long yenra ago Hung on the walls, Painted too Intel Pictures on which, with a golden glow, The buam of tho setting sun now falls. Momory! Memory! Oloso thv gate! Alut-ie that saddens my soul I hear, Voices long still, Silenced by hato, Pings in sweet endenco upon my car, Soft as tho song of tho mountain rill. Memory! Memory! cioso thy gato! People, and pictures, and songs are gone. 2su'r to return, Why should I waitj Outside tho gate? Peoples, nnd pictures, and songs live on Out on tho Holds whore tho stars now burn! |