When days of Beauty deck the earth
When days of Beauty deck the earth
Or stormy nights descend,
How well my spirit knows the path
On which it ought to wend.
It seeks the consecrated spot
Beloved in childhood's years,
The space between is all forgot
Its sufferings and its tears.
Or stormy nights descend,
How well my spirit knows the path
On which it ought to wend.
It seeks the consecrated spot
Beloved in childhood's years,
The space between is all forgot
Its sufferings and its tears.
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