The Land of Long Ago

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Inconsistent hyphenation in the original document has been preserved.
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We are so near to those who dwell In the dear land whereof I tell! Sometimes when we are far astray, Their spirit-hands may guide our way; And if we would but pause to hear, What whispered words of tender cheer Might come on those fine airs that blow From the strange Land of Long Ago!
The scenes are changed, but we and they Are actors in the same old play. Their blood is in our throbbing veins; Their hopes and joys, their griefs and pains, Bind us fore'er to squire or churl, To stately dame or laughing girl,— Those shades that wander to and fro In the dim Land of Long Ago.