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Memory by Abraham Lincoln

My childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it, too.

St Patrick`s Church

O memory! thou midway world
Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,

And free from all that’s earthly, vile,
Seem hallowed, pure and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All Bathed in liquid light.

As dusky mountain please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle notes, that, passing by,
In distance die away;

As, leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar –
So memory will hallow all
We’ve known but know no more.

Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and field, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.

Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things,
But seeing them to mind again
The lost and absent brings.

The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray;
And half of all are dead.

I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell
And every spot a grave.

I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I’m living in the tombs.

– Abraham Lincoln

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga

2 replies

    1. I stumbled across it a couple of weeks ago in one of my old poetry books. I’m lost on words this weekend with everything that has happened from the loss of so many beautiful children and the sensationalist media taking over a community in mourning. I just don’t have words for any of it. But I felt this poem was fitting “We’ve known but know no more.”

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