My Brain Is Dull, My

I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.