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Oh, Mother of Memories! Mistress of Mistresses! / Oh, thou all my pleasures, oh, thou all my prayers! / Can'st thou remember those luscious caresses, / The charm of the hearth and the sweet evening airs? / Oh, Mother, of Memories, Mistress of Mistresses!
Those evenings illumed by the glow of the coal, / And those roseate nights with their vaporous wings, / How calm was thy breast and how good was thy soul, / 'Twas then we uttered imperishable things, / Those evenings illumed by the glow of the coal.