I remember, I remember,
The fir-trees dark and high,
I used to think their tiny tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy,
To know I’m farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy!
T. Hood.
I remember, I remember,
The fir-trees dark and high,
I used to think their tiny tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy,
To know I’m farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy!
T. Hood.