“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 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.”
    
    
    
    
        
        
        
            
            
        
        
        
        
        
        
            I Remember, I Remember, st. 4. 
1820s
        
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