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HEART YEARNINGS.
Oh! for the welcome breath of country air,
With summer skies and flowers,
To shout and feel once more the halcyon
Of gayer boyhood hours.
I think the sight of fields and shady lanes
Would ease my heart of pains.
With summer skies and flowers,
To shout and feel once more the halcyon
Of gayer boyhood hours.
I think the sight of fields and shady lanes
Would ease my heart of pains.
To cool once more my thirst where bubbled up
The waters of a spring,
Where I have seen the golden daffodils
And lilies flourishing,
My fevered heart would more than half forget
Its sighs, and vain regret.
The waters of a spring,
Where I have seen the golden daffodils
And lilies flourishing,
My fevered heart would more than half forget
Its sighs, and vain regret.
Far, far away from early scenes am I;
And, too, my youth has fled;
For me a stranger's land, a stranger's sky,
That arches over-head.
For scenes and joys that now have passed me by,
I can but give a sigh.
And, too, my youth has fled;
For me a stranger's land, a stranger's sky,
That arches over-head.
For scenes and joys that now have passed me by,
I can but give a sigh.
But Oh! for hearts that yearn and hearts that sigh,
For wayward feet that roam,
Hope whispers for the by and by,
A never-changing home.
And there no more in a strange land will break
The home-sick heart, and ache.
For wayward feet that roam,
Hope whispers for the by and by,
A never-changing home.
And there no more in a strange land will break
The home-sick heart, and ache.
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