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XXIX.
“I am a stranger with Thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers
were.”—Psalm xxxix. 12.
Peregrinis in terris nulla est jucundior recordatio quam suae
civitatis.—Augustine.
Though long the wanderer may depart,
And far his footsteps roam,
He clasps the closer to his heart
The image of his home.
To that loved land, where'er he goes,
His tenderest thoughts are cast,
And dearer still through absence grows
The memory of the past.
And far his footsteps roam,
He clasps the closer to his heart
The image of his home.
To that loved land, where'er he goes,
His tenderest thoughts are cast,
And dearer still through absence grows
The memory of the past.
Though Nature on another shore
Her softest smile may wear,
The vales, the hills, he loved before
To him are far more fair.
The heavens that met his childhood's eye,
All clouded though they be,
Seem brighter than the sunniest sky
Of climes beyond the sea.
Her softest smile may wear,
The vales, the hills, he loved before
To him are far more fair.
The heavens that met his childhood's eye,
All clouded though they be,
Seem brighter than the sunniest sky
Of climes beyond the sea.
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So Faith, a stranger on the earth,
Still turns its eye above;
The child of an immortal birth
Seeks more than mortal love.
The scenes of earth, though very fair.
Want home's endearing spell;
And all his heart and hope are where
His God and Saviour dwell.
Still turns its eye above;
The child of an immortal birth
Seeks more than mortal love.
The scenes of earth, though very fair.
Want home's endearing spell;
And all his heart and hope are where
His God and Saviour dwell.
He may behold them dimly here,
And see them as not nigh,
But all he loves shall yet appear
Unclouded to his eye,
To that fair City, now so far,
Rejoicing he shall come;—
A better light than Bethlehem's star
Guides every wanderer home.
And see them as not nigh,
But all he loves shall yet appear
Unclouded to his eye,
To that fair City, now so far,
Rejoicing he shall come;—
A better light than Bethlehem's star
Guides every wanderer home.
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