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I see my mother standing* in the door
Of my lov'd home, as in the evening breeze The curtains wave, and the gigantic trees, |
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'Farewell to earth and all its beauteous bloom.'* |
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Stretching their arms to welcome me again, Cast dark'ning shadows on the hare bright floor— Mother, dear mother! you will watch in vain. |
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