When I visit a spot I have witnessed before

When I visit a spot I have witnessd before
In infancys innocent day
Or see a sweet place I may never see more
From my own native fields far away
Some shade which I found when the hot summer smild
How long reccolection endears
I picture them fresh in my mind like a child
& keep them in memory for years.
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