  We long for those days, once so joyous, For that unbounded freedom, again, When there were no cares to annoy us, And life knew no sorrow nor pain; But those sweet days of childhood have vanished, And we long for them only in vain. Tho’ time has wrought changes unnumbered Since those happy seasons were pass’d, And now with life’s cares we’re encumbered, Still backward fond visions we’ll cast; And we’ll think of our childhood with pleasure As long as our memories last. |
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