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TO G. C. H. |
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TO G. C. H.
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I know not where thou art my Friend,But tender thoughts arise, and wend
Their way to thee, where'er thou art;
No distance chills the loyal heart.
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If ocean breezes fan thy cheek,Oh, may their breath be mild and meek,
And every wind that stirs the sea
Come like a mother's kiss to thee!
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Or if, the mighty billows past,Thy eager feet have touched at last
That glorious realm which filled thy dreams,
While pondering by our Western streams,
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May all those antique scenes be brightAs when beheld in Fancy's light,
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To wander still with old Romance.
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Once, the delicious hope was mineTo blend a traveller's joys with thine,
From farthest frith of Northern sea,
To the fair fields of Italy:
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But Fate stepped in with stern command,And bound me to this barren land;—
What matter?—though by Fate denied,
No Power can keep me from thy side.
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