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"I remember, too, my childhood,
When I ventured to this earth:
I have heard the moans of sorrow,
I have heard the songs of mirth.
When I ventured to this earth:
I have heard the moans of sorrow,
I have heard the songs of mirth.
"I have seen the poor and trembling
Crushed beneath the rich and proud;
But my pains and joys are ended;
Close I draw my heavy shroud.
Crushed beneath the rich and proud;
But my pains and joys are ended;
Close I draw my heavy shroud.
"For on yonder cloud of brightness
Floats my little sister fair,
And her small white hands are weaving
Crowns of roses for her hair."
Floats my little sister fair,
And her small white hands are weaving
Crowns of roses for her hair."
Hushed her tones were for a moment;
Down her cheeks there rolled a tear;
And I looked to where she pointed,
And beheld the glad New Year.
Down her cheeks there rolled a tear;
And I looked to where she pointed,
And beheld the glad New Year.
Light her voice was, sweet her smile;
Gay and happy was her face;
And she proudly, and with triumph,
Took her long, long wished-for place.
Gay and happy was her face;
And she proudly, and with triumph,
Took her long, long wished-for place.
