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 of those years which from Youth's sparkling fount With silent lapse down Time's swift gulf have run! Friend of the years, whatever be their amount, Which yet remain beneath life's evening sun! O when thy feet retrace that western shore Where Mersey winds his waters to the main, When thy fond eyes familiar haunts explore, And paths well-nigh effaced are tracked again; Will not thy heart with mixed emotions thrill, As scenes succeeding scenes arise to view? While joy or sorrow past alike shall fill Thy glistening eyes with Feeling's tender dew.