"My Childhood's Home I See Again" by Abraham Lincoln

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Did you know President Lincoln wrote poetry? Support the show by buying me a coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottscharl. --- "My Childhood's Home I See Again" by Abraham Lincoln My childhood's home I see again,    And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain,    There's pleasure in it too. O Memory! thou midway world    'Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lost    In dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that's earthly vile,    Seem hallowed, pure, and bright, Like scenes in some enchanted isle    All bathed in liquid light. As dusky mountains please the eye    When twilight chases day; As bugle-notes that, passing by,    In distance die away; As leaving some grand waterfall,    We, lingering, list its roar— So memory will hallow all    We've known, but know no more. Near twenty years have passed away    Since here I bid farewell To woods and fields, and scenes of play,    And playmates loved so well. Where many were, but few remain    Of old familiar things; But seeing them, to mind again    The lost and absent brings. The friends I left that parting day,    How changed, as time has sped! Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,    And half of all are dead. I hear the loved survivors tell    How nought from death could save, Till every sound appears a knell,    And every spot a grave. I range the fields with pensive tread,    And pace the hollow rooms, And feel (companion of the dead)    I'm living in the tombs.