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/ remember, in my childhood's day,
The rosy hours of joy,
That walked fresh beauties in display
To charm the artless boy;
And how those rosy hours faded
How the sweetest smiles were shaded


How Time can destroy
remember well the newborn Spring
Its blossoms bright and rare
Its birds, that did SO sweetly sing
While floating through the air
Then, life was like both spring and flowers,
Warmed my smiles, midst sunny showers;


Then, knew no care.
] remember how the season changed
How joys and hopes were blighted--
How friends, through malice, were estranged,
And pure affections sighted.
And when thy memory wakes the lays
OF some bygone and happier days,
Remember, meath Hopes brightest rays,


Peace is often blighted.


RAMBLER.