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On! let my heart linger o'er days that have been,
When young joy was the light of my life;
Ere I knew and had felt that this worldly scene
With such soul-stirring trials was rife.
When young joy was the light of my life;
Ere I knew and had felt that this worldly scene
With such soul-stirring trials was rife.
Oh! let me retrace, with fond memory's gaze,
The spring-time of feeling and truth;
When I thought not of sadness, nor dreamt of the days
That should darken the visions of youth.
The spring-time of feeling and truth;
When I thought not of sadness, nor dreamt of the days
That should darken the visions of youth.
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