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[Home of my youth! Where first my lot was cast]
Home of my youth! Where first my lot was cast
To Thee I dedicate my feeble song
Upon whose hills how swift the moments passed
As linked with flowers the days moved gaily on
Though hills more fair & streams more bright than thine
May lure my eye as from thy paths I stray
While memory's ray shall on their summits shine
What spot shall seem more fair to me than they
To Thee I dedicate my feeble song
Upon whose hills how swift the moments passed
As linked with flowers the days moved gaily on
Though hills more fair & streams more bright than thine
May lure my eye as from thy paths I stray
While memory's ray shall on their summits shine
What spot shall seem more fair to me than they
Home of my youth would that a worthy lay
Might tell my love for thee to distant time
Far as thy sons o'er ocean's trackless way
Have borne thy name—to India's sunny clime—
A blessing rest alike on thee & thine
To those whose bark shall rove from strand to strand
Where'er they are whate'er their lot may be
Sweet be the name of their own father-land.
Might tell my love for thee to distant time
Far as thy sons o'er ocean's trackless way
Have borne thy name—to India's sunny clime—
A blessing rest alike on thee & thine
To those whose bark shall rove from strand to strand
Where'er they are whate'er their lot may be
Sweet be the name of their own father-land.
Poem No. 175; 1836?
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