Classic Poem

I hear again my childhood's songs,
When life was bright and fair;
Their melodies my spirit hears,
They float upon the air.

In far off realms I seem to stray,
Mid childhood's early flowers;
And all my weariness forget,
Amid its happy bowers.

My mother's voice, it comes again
So clear, and pure, and sweet;
I seem a child again to be,
And listening at her feet!

They cheer and soothe my sinking heart,
As if from heaven they came;
In manhood, as in youthful hours,
Their power is still the same.

A power to purify and bless,
And thus my soul prepare;
With those I loved in early days,
The life of heaven to share.