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HOMEWARD.
1
There's sunshine in my heart I trow,My own love, my true love;
For homeward, homeward speed I now—
Feel'st thou my coming too, love?
2
The way that looked but bleak before,My true love, my own love,
Wears blither face than once it wore,
When I had left thee lone, love.
3
The flowers I saw not in the night,My fair love, my sweet love,
Wave, as I pass their greetings bright,
I'll give thee when we meet, love.
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4
There's not a thing that hath God's grace,My sweet love, my fair love,
But makes me think of thy sweet face,
And love thee more than e'er, love.
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