Where young-ey'd Fancy wove her fairy dreams;
To each green glade where Boyhood lov'd to roam,
Till Twilight came, and call'd the truant home :
And where is she who rocked him to repose,
And sang, and smil'd to lull his infant woes!..."
- From 'The Omnipresence of the Deity', p. 66, by Robert Montgomery (1807-1855)
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