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WHAT HOME

O, how I wreaked my childhood's spite
When I first dwindled to this day,
Thinking on my lost wonder world
That was so very far away.
And now my heart has come to rest,
Or the green earth has homelier grown.
Its children creep into my heart,
Woodland and water, hill and stone.
When I return to walk amid
The thrones of light, O shall I dream
Of the lost earth, a cloudy hill,
A shadowy vale, a flickering stream!