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Title: The poetical works and remains of Henry Kirke White
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: White, Henry Kirke, 1785-1806 Southey, Robert, 1774-1843
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Publisher: New York, T.Y. Crowell & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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TE. POEMS, WRITTEN BEFORE THE PUBLICATION OF CLIFTON GROVE. CHILDHOOD: A POEM. This is one of Henrys earliest productions, and appears, by the hand-writing, to have been written when he was between fourteen andfifteen. The picture of the schoolmistress is from nature. Part I. Pictured in memorys mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys to greet;To roam in fancy in each cherishd scene,The village churchyard, and the village green.The woodland walk remote, the greenwood glade,The mossy seat beneath the hawthorns shade,The whitewashd cottage, where the woodbine grew,And all the favorite haunts our childhood knew !How sweet, while all the evil shuns the gaze,To view the unclouded skies of former days ! Beloved age of innocence and smiles, When each wingd hour some new delight beguiles, When the gay heart, to lifes sweet day-spring true Still finds some insect pleasure to pursue. Blest Childhood, hail!—Thee simply will I sing, And from myself the artless picture bring ;
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CHILDHOOD. POEMS OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE. 237 These long-lost scenes to me the past restore,Each humble friend, each pleasure, now no more,And evry stump familiar to my sight,Recalls some fond idea of delight. This shrubby knoll was once my favorite seat; Here did I love at evening to retreat, And muse alone, till in the vault of night, Hesper, aspiring, showd his golden light. Here once again, remote from human noise, I sit me down to think of former joys 3 Pause on each scene, each treasured scene, once more, And once again each infant walk explore, While as each grove and lawn I recognize, My melted soul suffuses in my eyes. And oh ! thou Power, whose myriad trains resortTo distant scenes, and picture them to thought;Whose mirror, held unto the mourners eye,Flings to his soul a borrowd gleam of joy ;Blest Memory, guide, with finger nicely true,Back to my youth my retrospective view ;Recall with faithful vigor to my mindEach face familiar, each relation kind;And all the finer traits of

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