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Show INTROSPECTION. sr m r, covra. From out the rat e! wnished years I'oml memory's voice ,s Mealing, liaised by the sound that past appear And wakes the fount o feeling. It brings before mv raptured gate 'ilic jnung, the fair, the tender, Anil lights the scenes of childhood day With melancholy splendor. Through Intervening time and tpaee. As if nuift pinion bore me, I journey to my native place, While memory Mies before inc. Again before me be sprcail mil (Jrrcn hills anil woodland allcvr, Again resounds lite jovom hout That cchoid through the valle" Again to early vovvs of faith My Inmost heart in thnlliri(r. Again bffoi allliction'11 bieath My aching cjes arc lilling. ith lov my brother's voice I hear, I eel aistcr'a fond caressing, 1 sinile to see mv mother' Tear, 1 hear my father's blessing, Anon, where leafless locusts wave, And wintry winds are blowing. Above affection's lowly grave. My bitter learn are riowitw. Ah. me! what scenes of joy and grlel 1 11 L "T memory'a Krer, Like b.ossom bright and faded leaf, the aunaliinc and the shower. J'"", like I ho garlands of the spring, Milne joys that once delighted, llii re hopes He strewn iiml witherfni; Like leaves by winter blighted, lln .from the earth on which tly lie, Jlcholil bright faith is springing. Anil (o the fvdeless bowers 011 high, Her angel flight is winging. |