 | Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton |  |
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SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY A YOUTH WHEN FAR AWAY FROM THE HOME OF HIS CHILDHOOD (1844)
There is one spot in all this world so wide
To which my recollection still is tied,
And oft I've lifted up my voice and cried,
Oh! take me to my home.
To which my recollection still is tied,
And oft I've lifted up my voice and cried,
Oh! take me to my home.
And oft I've sat me down alone and thought
Of the fond smile which eagerly I sought,
When I, a child, was by my mother taught
At my sweet home.
Of the fond smile which eagerly I sought,
When I, a child, was by my mother taught
At my sweet home.
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I've thought, too, of the many pleasant hours
I've spent 'mid shady trees and verdant bowers,
In culling all the sweet and pretty flowers
For friends at home.
I've spent 'mid shady trees and verdant bowers,
In culling all the sweet and pretty flowers
For friends at home.
I've thought of many a lively, sportive run
My dear, kind father had with “little son,”
When the hard labor of the day was done,
At my sweet home.
My dear, kind father had with “little son,”
When the hard labor of the day was done,
At my sweet home.
But now, alas! this happiness is gone,
I look on every side—all are unknown.
Oh! in this dreary world I am alone,
Without a home.
I look on every side—all are unknown.
Oh! in this dreary world I am alone,
Without a home.
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