My childhood’s home I see again
And sadden with the view;
And still as memory crowds my brain
There’s pleasure in it too
O Memory! Thou midway world between earth and paradise
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise
And, freed from all that’s earthly vile
Seen hallowed, pure and bright
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light
Near twenty years have passed
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play
And playmates loved so well;
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
Where memory will hallow all
We’ve known, and know no more