THE FRIENDS OF EARLY YEARS.
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BY MRS. ABDY. sought my youthful home again! The birds poured forth tuneful strain, The silver stream its waters flung Ger banks where blushing wild-fowers chung The lambs were sporting on the lea, Light waved the milk-white hawthorn tree; And yet viewed the scene with tears, Imourned the Friends of Early Years. left that spot blight and bloom, To seek the church-yard's sheltered gloom: They slept beneath the messy earth, Untold. unsung their simple worth; Yet, fondly, sadly, I avowed That none amid the dazzling crowd Had shared my hopes or soothed my fears Like these-the Friends of Early Years. That home wish not now to see; It boasts no charm, no joy for me; Yet time my feelings cannot chill, My faithful friends are near me still; lift them to my longing eyes, Whene'r view the peaceful skies; For there the blessed home appears, Where dwell the Friends of Early Years