Oh! give me the wreath of these once happy years,
The songs of the woodlark,—the friends I loved best;
Ah! bring back again all their smiles and their tears,
With their sunset, sweet sunset, that beam'd from the west.
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Let me dream in the dells where my boyhood once stray'd,
And gather again the neglected lone flowers;
They bloom all unseen 'neath the cool hawthorn shade,
The sweets of fond memory's happier hours.
Ah! how blest but to dream of those once happy years,