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In after-years,
Though it may seem that boyhood's memories fade
Shrouded in far-off shade,
They never fade—they thrill the soul to tears.
The true sweet lessons taught
By a mother's voice, a mother's eyes,
These influence all our after-thought:—
The whole day's doom is settled at sunrise.
Though it may seem that boyhood's memories fade
Shrouded in far-off shade,
They never fade—they thrill the soul to tears.
The true sweet lessons taught
By a mother's voice, a mother's eyes,
These influence all our after-thought:—
The whole day's doom is settled at sunrise.
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