childhood.
When years have stamped the brow of man
With characters of life's brief span,
His heart will echo this.
With characters of life's brief span,
His heart will echo this.
When years of sorrow blight the heart,
And cherished hopes and joys depart
Like visions of the night,
'Twill soothe the inmost soul to trace
The scenes that time can ne'er efface—
Our infant hours of light.
And cherished hopes and joys depart
Like visions of the night,
'Twill soothe the inmost soul to trace
The scenes that time can ne'er efface—
Our infant hours of light.
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