Abraham Lincoln

MY childhood’s home I see again,

And still, as memory crowds my brain,There’s pleasure in it, too.O memory! thou midway world‘Twixt earth and paradise,Where things decayed and loved ones lostIn dreamy shadows rise,And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,Seem hallowed, pure and bright,Like scenes in some enchanted isleAll bathed in liquid light.As dusky mountains please the eyeWhen twilight chases day;As bugle…

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And sadden with the view;And still, as memory crowds my brain,There’s pleasure in it too.O Memory! thou midway world‘Twixt earth and paradise,Where things decayed and loved ones lostIn dreamy shadows rise,And, freed from all that’s earthly vile,Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,Like scenes in some enchanted isleAll bathed in liquid light.As dusky mountains please the eyeWhen…