 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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ECHO.
O famished Prodigal, in vain—Thy portion spent—thou seek'st again
Thy father's door;
His all with latest sigh bequeathed
To thee the wanderer—he breathed,
Alas! no more.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Thy portion spent—thou seek'st again
Thy father's door;
His all with latest sigh bequeathed
To thee the wanderer—he breathed,
Alas! no more.