text:  Since then full often hath the snow-drop shown Its early flower--hath summer waved its corn-- Hath autumn shed its leaves--and Arctic gales Brought wintry desolation on their wings! When Memory ponders on that boyish scene Broken seems almost every tie that links That day to this--and to the child the man: The world is alter'd quite in all its thoughts-- In all its works and ways--its sights and sounds-- With the same name it is another sphere And by another race inhabited