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COME HOME! COME HOME!
Come home! come home, from o'er the sea!
We wait,—we sigh,—we pray for thee.
In foreign climes no longer roam;
Our hearts all cry, “Come home! come home!”
For twice her sheaf hath autumn bound,—
The winter snow twice wrapt the ground,—
The spring hath bloomed,—the summer shone
In glorious robes, since thou art gone.
Again the summer's evening breeze
Comes murmuring through the rustling trees;—
Her moon beams bright on spire and dome,
And our own roof:—come home! come home!
We wait,—we sigh,—we pray for thee.
In foreign climes no longer roam;
Our hearts all cry, “Come home! come home!”
For twice her sheaf hath autumn bound,—
The winter snow twice wrapt the ground,—
The spring hath bloomed,—the summer shone
In glorious robes, since thou art gone.
Again the summer's evening breeze
Comes murmuring through the rustling trees;—
Her moon beams bright on spire and dome,
And our own roof:—come home! come home!
To-night, when passed the sunset hour,
And dews fell soft on grass and flower,
A wild bird came, and furled her wing
On thy lone bower, her hymn to sing.
The earth was calm, the heavens were fair,
While balmy incense filled the air;—
All nature seemed on bended knee,
And to her God we kneeled for thee.
We asked his angel-guard to keep
Thy way across the rolling deep;—
Through billowy wilds, 'mid surge and foam,
To hold thee safe! Come home! come home!
And dews fell soft on grass and flower,
A wild bird came, and furled her wing
On thy lone bower, her hymn to sing.
The earth was calm, the heavens were fair,
While balmy incense filled the air;—
All nature seemed on bended knee,
And to her God we kneeled for thee.
We asked his angel-guard to keep
Thy way across the rolling deep;—
Through billowy wilds, 'mid surge and foam,
To hold thee safe! Come home! come home!
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And now, when sleep hath sealed our eyes,
In blissful dreams our souls will rise
On wings of love, and fly to thee,
Where'er thou art, beyond the sea.
But, ah! too soon returning day
The dear deceit will melt away;
And beaming morn illume the tear,
To find thy place still empty here.
Come home! Our lives,—they go apace;
And we may leave some empty place
For thee to find, if still thou roam
O'er lands afar. Come home! come home!
In blissful dreams our souls will rise
On wings of love, and fly to thee,
Where'er thou art, beyond the sea.
But, ah! too soon returning day
The dear deceit will melt away;
And beaming morn illume the tear,
To find thy place still empty here.
Come home! Our lives,—they go apace;
And we may leave some empty place
For thee to find, if still thou roam
O'er lands afar. Come home! come home!
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