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Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have I now can see no more.