Abraham Lincoln

Memory

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
       'Twixt earth and paradise,
   Where things decayed and loved ones lost
       In dreamy shadows rise,
 
   And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,
       Seem hallowed, pure and bright,
   Like scenes in some enchanted isle
       All bathed in liquid light.
 
   As dusky mountains please the eye
       When twilight chases day;
   As bugle notes that, passing by,
       In distance die away;
 
   As, leaving some grand waterfall,
       We, lingering, list its roar–
   So memory will hallow all
       We’ve known but know no more.
 
   Near twenty years have passed away
       Since here I bid farewll
   To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
       And playmates loved so well.
 
   Where many were, but few remain
       Of old familiar things,
   But seeing them to mind again
       The lost and absent brings.
 
   The friends I left that parting day,
       How changed, as time has sped!
   Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray;
       And half of all are dead.
 
   I hear the loved survivors tell
       How nought from death could save,
   Till every sound appear a knell
       And every spot a grave.
 
   I range the fields with pensive tread,
       And pace the hollow rooms,
   And feel (companion of the dead)
       I’m living in the tombs.
 
       Abraham Lincoln
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