The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
Cottage by the Sea.
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Childhood’s days now pass before me
Forms and scenes of long ago,
Like a dream they hover o’er me,
Calm and bright as evening’s glow,
Days that know no shade of sorrow,
There my young heart pure and free,