Tell me love of thy early dreams, How they flitted away? How they flow'd with morning beams, Fading with the day? Oh! speak of thy childhood's years, Pleasures now flown, All thy innocent smiles and tears, Where, where have they gone? Know'st thou not that the fondest hopes Beam, then wither away? Know'st thou not that the fairest flowers, Bloom but to decay? Why, why have hope's brightest beams? Faded at last; Where, oh where are thy early dreams Gone, gone with the past.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Tell me love of thy early dreams" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Tell me love of thy early dreams", published 1864. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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