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ON A LONE DISTRICT BETWEEN MUNICH AND AUGSBURGH.
The traveller onward speeds his pace
Regardless of thy scene,
And resting on some lovelier place,
Forgets thou ere hast been:
Regardless of thy scene,
And resting on some lovelier place,
Forgets thou ere hast been:
But—on the loveliest spot on earth,
Tho' Home that spot may be,
As thou hadst welcom'd in my birth,
My Spirit dwells on thee.
Tho' Home that spot may be,
As thou hadst welcom'd in my birth,
My Spirit dwells on thee.
The woes I there endur'd awhile
Thy memory more endear,
For thou beheld'st my brightest smile
Beam from my bitterest tear.
Thy memory more endear,
For thou beheld'st my brightest smile
Beam from my bitterest tear.
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