LINES TO MISS HINKSON.
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And freed from the dungeon, the fetter, the chain,
The prisoner lives in his childhood again;
And sees, as his fancies its glad days recall,
The sunshine of happiness resting on all.
The prisoner lives in his childhood again;
And sees, as his fancies its glad days recall,
The sunshine of happiness resting on all.
So may'st thou, when parted by time and by space,
From the friends of thy youth, and thy dear native place,
To cheer thee, in sorrow and sadness and pain,
Find that heart ever answers heart-music again.
Let memory, loving the themes of the past,
Tell that friends who then loved thee will love to the last;
So that when thine eyes here on their offerings fall,
The warm smile of friendship may shine over all.
From the friends of thy youth, and thy dear native place,
To cheer thee, in sorrow and sadness and pain,
Find that heart ever answers heart-music again.
Let memory, loving the themes of the past,
Tell that friends who then loved thee will love to the last;
So that when thine eyes here on their offerings fall,
The warm smile of friendship may shine over all.
the end.
