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Early
scenes,--how sweet their memory,
Where in childhood we have played,
Craggy steep and rugged mountain,
Fairy glen, and peaceful glade.
Early scenes,--the gushing fountain,
And the cottage in the ale,--
Flow'rs a sister's hands have planted,
Breathing odors to the gale.
Early scenes,--the weeping willow,
Aged elm, and tow'ring pine,
Study oak, and creeping ivy,
Where the woodbine loves to twine.
Early scenes,--the village school house,
Oh! that old familiar spot,
Wakes a thousand tender feelings,
Which can never be forgot.
Early scenes,--the village church-yard,
Where the friends we love repose,--
There the lonely star of midnight,
Silently its lustre throws.
Early scenes,--how oft remember'd,
When in distant lands we roam,
How the stranger's heaving bosom,
Sighs to view his boyhood home!
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