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Show "THE DEAR OLD DAYS." After the mighty levels of the west The far horizon and the open quest: Back to the land of mist and memories. mem-ories. Hooded with trees and toppen by dappled dap-pled skies; Back to the valley, whence the sun up-elomb up-elomb The hills of home! Now, let my dead youth have her way with me; This is a dream while; I am to be Penned in by orchards, set about with pines, Lured down long vistas that the soul divines; The west anon boylike today I roam The hills of homef Richard Burton. |