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RECOLLECTIONS IN A CITY. Immured within a city's walls,

 Mid stately domes, and lofty halls, Where riches stalk in proud array, And reign with high and pompous sway: A thought comes stealing OCT my mind, Ofquiet scenes I've left behind" In fancy they come to my view, All glist' ming in the morning dew. The sunbeams on the we'll known hill, The murmuring brook, the village mill, The river winding through the vale, The rustic bridge, the distant sail, All tell me of those quiet scenes; But ah! they are as happy dreams, Which quickly vanish from the sight, And break the spell which was so bright. Come to my aid, o wayward muse, With me my early life peruse: Those days of childhood, happy hours, Days of sunshine bright with flowers, That heart so gay and light as air, Without thought of future care. But now bid these scenes farewell Wait gentle breeze the parting kne: Each cherished spot, fades from my view Adieu! bright happy days, adeu. lsAl. H. M. B