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a world like this, and that he has been, 

 the world-weary man can best tell you. 

 It was out of such a heart, and with a 

 deep longing for the joy of childhood, 

 that the poet, Hood, wrote this beautiful 

 stanza : 



" I remember, I remember 

 The Fir Trees dark and high, 

 I used to think their slender tops 

 Were close against the sky. 

 It was childish ignorance ; 

 But now 'tis little joy 

 To know Vm farther off from Heaven 

 Than when I was a boy." 



