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Reminiscences.
My dream it was of other hours,
When life, and love, and hope were young,
Ere I had left my native bowers,
Or heard aught but my native tongue;
Or ere a sorrow cloud o'erspread
My young horizon, bright and clear,
Or ere my eye had learned to shed
The bitter and the burning tear.
When life, and love, and hope were young,
Ere I had left my native bowers,
Or heard aught but my native tongue;
Or ere a sorrow cloud o'erspread
My young horizon, bright and clear,
Or ere my eye had learned to shed
The bitter and the burning tear.
Methought I joyous stood once more
With those, the friends of love and truth;
I mingled, as in days of yore,
With the companions of my youth.
Through fair and fertile garden ground
Methought we wander'd hand in hand,
We trod the valleys that surround
My native home, in Erin's land.
With those, the friends of love and truth;
I mingled, as in days of yore,
With the companions of my youth.
Through fair and fertile garden ground
Methought we wander'd hand in hand,
We trod the valleys that surround
My native home, in Erin's land.
O'er upland glens and sunny braes,
We rambled in our boundless glee,
As we were wont in youthful days,
When every heart bent light and free;
We rambled in our boundless glee,
As we were wont in youthful days,
When every heart bent light and free;
