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Loose Papers

Twas a voice that is felt but never is heard.
Twas a sad sweet music but I loved the [Cry]
And as I listened methought it seemed to say,
There is a realm above where "hope never dies
No clouds ever dim the fair blue skies
Where immortal Amaranths unchangeable bloom
Nor speak in their beauty, of death and the tomb
To this bright home I "come come away"
Nor cling to fact to earth and clay,
But come where the flowers are beautiful and bright
And bask forever in "[un.....ated] light"
I gathered a bunch of sweetest flowers
And grasped them in my hand
They withered like those friends of ours
That fade away from the household band
Yet a fragrance was left when their beauty was gone
T'was a legacy the flowers leave behind
Like the pleasure of memory that survives in the tomb
The treasure that is laid up in the mind
But spring begins strange memories in the heart
And thoughts of sadness will come and depart
Like the cloud and sunshine, the wind and the rain
They come and go; then come and go again.
And sad sweet feelings she stirs int he breast
Like the gorgeous clouds in the crimson west
It is the light of the past she bringeth back
And the hopes that lie buried in our childhood [track]
The thoughts and the feelings of the youthful hour
Return to us in all their early power.
And the joys and sorrows of the past, that seem
Forgotten, return like the forms in a "remembered dream"
It is this that gives Spring her peculiar hue