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Abraham Lincoln
1809 - 1865

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.

© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman