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I never see these flowers but they ae 
Send back my memory, far away, 
To years long past, and many a day 
Else perish’d long ago! 
i They bring my childhood’s years agaim 
Our garden-fence, I see it plain, 
| With ficaries like a golden rain 
} | Shower’d on the earth below. 

A happy child, I leap, I run, 
And memories come back, one by one; 
i| Like swallows with the summer sun, 
i} To their old haunts of joy ! || 
: A happy child, once more I stand, {| 
Hi i| With my kind sister, hand in hand, | 
And hear those tones, so sweet, so bland, 
| That never brought annoy ! 
I hear again my mother’s wheel, 
| Her hand upon my head I feel ; 
Her kiss, which every grief could hea., 
Is on my cheek even now; || 
IT see the dial overhead ; 
I see the porch o’er which was led, 
The pyracantha green and red, | 
And jessamine’s slender bough. | 

| I see the garden-thicket’s shade, 
Where all the summer long we play’d, 
And gardens set, and houses made, 
Our early work and late; 


