  Can you remember when we dwelt together, In the golden land of childhood long ago; Up on our mountain heights in the clear weather, How we longed to see the valleys down below? Lands so lovely never found we after,— Oh, our winters with the wonder of their snows; Oh, the swallows of our spring-time, and the laughter, Oh, the starnight of our summers and the rose! Well-belovÈd in that land were all the faces, None are like them of these dwellers in the plain; Oh, why did we come down from our high places! We can never climb the bitter hills again! |
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