Dreams That Charm'ed Me When a Child |
Septimus Winner, 1855
The dreams that charm'd me when a child, Still linger with me yet, For there are scenes of faded years, I never can forget; And there are eyes still beaming, And hearts with friendships teeming, That yet can great me ever, With favor's warm embrace And smiles that time can never Dissemble or efface. | 2. Sad dreams of joys that never came; Sweet hopes that e'er deceived, And thoughts that pictur'd forth a scene, I ever then believ'd; And yet my heart is teeming, With joys that are but seeming, And hopes that seem to soften, My vision, strange and wild; But then Alas! how often Deceive, as when a child. |