
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view
The orchard, the meadow, the deep – tangled wild-wood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view
The orchard, the meadow, the deep – tangled wild-wood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew.