Thou lovely vale of sweetest stream that flows: Winding and willow-fringed Connecticut! Swift to thy fairest scenes my fancy flies, As I recall the story of a life Which there began in years of sinless hope, And merged maturely into hopeless sin. O! golden dawning of a day of storms, That fell ere noontide into rayless night! O! beautiful initial, vermeil-flowered, And bright with cherub-eyes and effigies, To the black-letter volume of my life! O! faĆ«ry gateway, gilt and garlanded, And shining in the sun, to gloomy groves Of shadowy cypress, and to sunless streams, Feeding with bane the deadly nightshade's roots,-- To vexing labyrinths of doubt and fear, And deep abysses of despair and dea…
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