I Remember, I Remember.

I remember, I remember,     The house where I was born,     The little window where the sun     Came peeping in at morn;     He never came a wink too soon,     Nor brought too long a day,     But now, I often wish the night     Had borne my breath away!     I remember, I remember,     The roses, red and white,     The violets, and the lily-cups,     Those flowers made of light!     The lilacs where the robin built,     And where my brother set     The laburnum on his birthday, -     The tree is living yet!     I remember, I remember,     Where I was used to swing,     And thought the air must rush as fresh     To swallows on the wing;     My spirit flew in feathers then,     That is so heavy now,     And summer pools could hardly cool     The fever on my brow!     I remember, I remember,     The fir trees dark and high;     I used to think their slender tops     Were close against the sky:     It was a childish ignorance,     But now 'tis little joy     To know I'm farther off from Heav'n     Than when I was a boy.