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/ In silent hours of midnight while earth is wrapped in dreams, / I ponder o'er my present life -- how desolate it seems. / Through wakeful hours I scan each page penned in despair and grief, / Then turn to my loved childhood's home for comfort and relief.
A cottage white was standing there among the grand old hills. / And 'midst the spreading shady trees were songs of laughing rills. / In that dear home my parents lived, my brothers large and small, / With uncles, aunts and cousins near, and I the pet of all.
But listen! 'tis my childrens' call, I hear their plaintive prayer, / In fancy now I press soft cheeks and fondly stroke fair hair. / Wide seas may roll between us, yet my darlings will life brave, / Perchance be folded to my heart, or kiss their mother's grave.