OLDEN MEMORIES.
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OLDEN MEMORIES.
They are jewels of the mind;


They are tendrils of the heart,
That with being are enlwined-


OF our very selves part.
They the records are OF youth,


Kept TO read in after years;
They are manhood's well of truth,
Filled with childhood's early tears.
Like the low and plaintve moan


OF the night-wind through the trees,
Sweet to hear, though sad and lone
Are those Golden Memories
Like the dim traditions, hoary,


Of our loved and native cline;
Like some halfforgot,en story,


Read or heard in oden time;
Like the refreshing dew of even


TO the parched and dropping flower;
Like the peaceful thought Of Heaven
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Like the cadence Of song -


Yet, Oh sweeter far than these,
Are the thoughts that round US throng
With those Golden Memories.o
In the solitude Of even, ~..
When the spirit, lone and dreary,
Turns from earth away to Heaven,
As the refuge Of the weary;
In the dreamy twilight hour,


When the world is calm and still,
And-light zephyrs fragrance shower
Over dewy vale and hill !:
Oh! then sweeter than perfume


Borne on aromatic breeze,
To the sof,ened spirit come


Those dear Golden Memories"
In our DAYS of mirth and gladness,


We may spurn their faint control;
But they come, in hours of sadness,
Like sweet music to the soul;
And in sorrow DER us stealing


With their gentleness and calm,
They are leaves of precious healing,
They are fruits of choicest balm.
Ever till, when life departs,


Death from dross the spirit frees,
Cherish, in thine heart of hearts,
All thine Golden Memories"