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THE YOUNG ITINERANT.                 343
O, that beautiful home, far, far away, Which is sleeping now in the moon's pale ray, Is the spot where my fancy first took wing— How its memories glide, as I strive to sing !
" The friends I have loved, how tender and kind! How the bonds, which around my heart were
twined, Seem drawing me back to that hallow'd shade, To the spot where a joyous child I play'd ! I think of the tear in my mother's eye, Of a sister's counsel, a brother's sigh; I think of the hour when my heart was torn From that bright circle, to wander forlorn,—
" That sorrowful hour when a father's voice, Which had made my spirit so oft rejoice, Gave his last calm counsel of tender love, And commended his son to the Friend above; When my sister strove to suppress a sigh, And tears were gathering quick in her eye; And my brother's tone—I can hear it now, As he turn'd away with a mournful brow.
" Yet I would not return to that peaceful vale, Though sweetness may breathe on each passing
gale; I would not again be a lingerer there, Though the skies were more bright, and the
scenes more fair;
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