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ON LEAVING HOME.

God bless thee! was the last endearing word
The lip could utter or the heart could feel!
Many did pray for the young exile's weal,
But there was one from whom was only heard,
God bless thee! and it was affection's knell
For many a lonely day.
The very phrase
Was oft repeated by the parting voice
Of youthful friendship; and the last farewell
Of some who loved me in my boyish days
Was warm and tearful.
Yet there was but one
Whose heart beat quicker than her eyes ran o'er,
Whose trembling lip refused to whisper more
Than that warm prayer.
It was a hallow'd tone.