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 SENTIMENTAL SONGS. O! heirken then, lady, to-morroH i'm sure You'll welcome the song of' the :young Troubadour. 1 REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where ! was bore, The little window where The sun name peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Igor broui/ht too long a day, But now, I ofte n wish that night Had borne my breath away! I remomher, I remember The roma red and white, The vi'lets and the lily CUlX , Those flowers made of'light*. The lilaes where the robin built, And where my brother set The iiburnum on his birth-day The tree is living yet*. I remember, l remember. Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush u fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirits flew in feathers then, That are 8o heavy now, And summer pools could hardly oool The fever on my brow. I rernemher, I remember The fir trees dark and Idi: I used to think their Blender topds Were Close ainst the sky: It;was a childish ignorance, But no' 'tis little joy

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