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MY childhood’s home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my bra… There’s pleasure in it, too. O memory! thou midway world
Here, where the lonely hooting owl Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o’er my carc… Or buzzards pick my bones. No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Abraham Lincoln, His hand and pen: He will be good but God knows When.
In eighteen sixty three, with pomp… and mighty swell, Me and Jeff’s Confederacy, went forth to sack Phil-del, The Yankees the got arter us, and
You are young, and I am older; You are hopeful, I am not— Enjoy life, ere it grow colder— Pluck the roses ere they rot. Teach your beau to heed the lay—
A wild-bear chace, didst never see… Then hast thou lived in vain. Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies desert in thy brain. When first my father settled here,
A sweet plaintive song did I hear… And I fancied that she was the si… May emotions as pure, as that song… Be the worst that the future shall…
My childhood’s home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my bra… There’s pleasure in it too. O Memory! thou midway world
