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A rise of meadows, oh! so bright and green,
With river creeping slowly all along;
With hedge-rows gemmed with many a flower.
Cheered by the throstle's gayest song!
With river creeping slowly all along;
With hedge-rows gemmed with many a flower.
Cheered by the throstle's gayest song!
And then a change comes o'er my dream,
To my own dull and dusty nook;
Where oft with aching head and weary brain,
I toil along amidst my books.
To my own dull and dusty nook;
Where oft with aching head and weary brain,
I toil along amidst my books.
Back comes the vision of the golden past,—
Of boyhood, and my college day,—
Of old familiar faces that I lov'd,
Still unforgot, though pass'd away!
Of boyhood, and my college day,—
Of old familiar faces that I lov'd,
Still unforgot, though pass'd away!
Oh'! still amidst my waking dreams I hover
O'er the noble city's ancient street;
And with friends long buried, tread them
Once again with busy feet!
O'er the noble city's ancient street;
And with friends long buried, tread them
Once again with busy feet!
The old hazel copse I loved so well
My feet may track no more;
No, the grand old city, quaint and gay,
Still rises as of yore!
My feet may track no more;
No, the grand old city, quaint and gay,
Still rises as of yore!
