Bringing again
Fond memories, and dreams of many a kindred heart,
Dim cloistered in my bosom’s shrine apart.
And then came visions of my own bright home —
The happy band
Far distant—who at eventide oft come,
Linked hand in hand —
When to my quickened fancy love hath lent
Each thrilling tone, and each fond lineament.
They come again—the young, the beautiful —