There was a time when meadow$$$ grove$$$ and stream$$$<br>The earth$$$ and every common sight$$$<br>To me did seem<br>Apparelled in celestial light$$$<br>The glory and the freshness of a dream.<br>It is not now as it hath been of yore;<br>Turn wheresoe'er

There was a time when meadow$$$ grove$$$ and stream$$$<br>The earth$$$ and every common sight$$$<br>To me did seem<br>Apparelled in celestial light$$$<br>The glory and the freshness of a dream.<br>It is not now as it hath been of yore;<br>Turn wheresoe'er I may$$$<br>By night or day$$$<br>The things which I have seen I now can see no more.<br>The rainbow comes and goes$$$ <br>And lovely is the rose; <br>The moon doth with delight<br>Look round her when the heavens are bare;<br>Waters on a starry night<br>Are beautiful and fair;<br>The sunshine is a glorious birth;<br>But yet I know$$$ whereer I go$$$<br>That there hath past away a glory from the earth.