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Lines that comfort me now that my childhood home is no more

Here's a verse from a poem by Thomas Hood (1799-1845) which I really just had to revive today, because the house in Carnmoney which I grew up in and which I had truly loved has been demolished without anyone bothering to let me know.

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 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 Heaven

Than when I was a boy.

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