Clarence: A Drama (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

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Once more with ancient joy the fragrant air,
Which softly rests among these trees, I breathe,
And in this grove, o'erarched with mighty limbs,
And roofed with thickly woven twigs and leaves
Ceaselessly trembling in the evening wind,
And darting fitful glimmers' neath the moon,
I take my old habitual walk of youth.
This wood sits like a crown upon the plain,
And in its umbrage sweet of quiet holds
The garden and the mansion of my father.
My bosom swells to see these dear old forms
Rising so grandly to the starry cope:
Methinks ye seem to recognize me, too,
With nodding heads and merry, fluttering leaves,
The happy child that gamboled at your feet.
Here, here were spent my days of golden dreams,
Ere I had felt the tender pang of love,
Or heard the tread of swiftly-stepping hours.
Stretch forth your arms, ye mighty oaks of eld,
Embrace the mossy roof in tender curves
That fondly hover o'er the sacred pile,
As if to shield it from the outer world.
To you a debt of gratitude is due,
For ye were ever friendly to my race.
My fathers - ye have seen and known them all;
Each season ye have spread your lofty tents
Of moving green for them to rest beneath,
And on your own heads fell the burning ray.
Passes into the These many colored rows and blooming paths
Call, too, my childhood back, its hours of joy;
Here is the flower bed which I called mine,
Here is the lily which I nursed to growth.

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