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the old album.
And here is writ a blithesome song,
And here a tender lay;
This page is sad enough, I ween,
And this one passing gay.
And here a youthful poet's hand
Placed the sweet rhymes he wove
The truant!—in a foreign land
He sought another love.
And here a tender lay;
This page is sad enough, I ween,
And this one passing gay.
And here a youthful poet's hand
Placed the sweet rhymes he wove
The truant!—in a foreign land
He sought another love.
Thou mak'st me sad, thou gilded toy!
And as I gaze on thee,
I think how time and change have thrown
Their shadows over me:
The flush of youth has vanished now,
Friends severed far and wide;
In curls that wave on many a brow,
Time's silvery foot-marks hide.
And as I gaze on thee,
I think how time and change have thrown
Their shadows over me:
The flush of youth has vanished now,
Friends severed far and wide;
In curls that wave on many a brow,
Time's silvery foot-marks hide.
Go back then to thy silent nook,
Memento of the past!
Thou tell'st a tale, my much-loved book,
Of years that flew too fast;
Memento of the past!
Thou tell'st a tale, my much-loved book,
Of years that flew too fast;