OCCASIONAL POEMS.
MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME.
MY childhood's home! my childhood's home!
The cottage 'neath the hill,
With all its pleasant memories,
Methinks I see it still.
I see it in the midnight hour,
When sleep profound doth reign
Through all the world, I live in dreams
My childhood o'er again.
The cottage 'neath the hill,
With all its pleasant memories,
Methinks I see it still.
I see it in the midnight hour,
When sleep profound doth reign
Through all the world, I live in dreams
My childhood o'er again.
Again I hear the cheerful call
And join the happy throng,
And play the unforgotten games,
Or sing the merry song—
And in each shout of joyous mirth,
Each well-remembered tone,
I list the thrilling music heard
In childhood's voice alone.
And join the happy throng,
And play the unforgotten games,
Or sing the merry song—
And in each shout of joyous mirth,
Each well-remembered tone,
I list the thrilling music heard
In childhood's voice alone.
And childish griefs come stealing up
Before my memory now,
Which vanished when my mother's hand
Lay gently on my brow,
Before my memory now,
Which vanished when my mother's hand
Lay gently on my brow,
