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/ I stood in the mossy gateway, / And thought of years gone by; / Then tapped on latticed windows, / Heard naught only my sigh.
The house was cold and empty -- / A stranger's home, they say; / The voices hushed of dear ones, / Loved footprints passed away.
In fancy then I peopled / The place with moving life, / The halls again resounded, / With laughter, song and fife.
In father's arms I nestle, / Caressing soft, dark hair; / I beg for one more story, / Or breathe my childhood's prayer.
My heart cries out, when fancy / Brings mother back to me, / Her loving care o'er shadows / The past sweet memory.
The house now grows resplendent / With joys of former scene, / My brothers loved so dearly, / And life a happy dream.
Our uncle, kind and tender, / The cousins, buoyant, gay; / My playmates calling for me, / To school we his away.
Awakened from my dreaming, / Time speaks of saddened years, / Two-score more, and voices hushed. / Flow now, ye pent-up tears!
Oh, voices hushed, where art thou? / A stranger lone I stand. / Good-bye, good-bye, old homestead; / Farewell, sweet mystic band.