I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn: It never came a minute too soon Nor brought too long a day.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now t is little joy To know I m farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.