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Through fragrant groves and under cloudless skies
The stranger from a northern clime may roam,
The loveliness around may charm his eyes,
But in his heart he feels, It is not home!
And thus the Christian, wheresoe'er on earth
His lot may be, however bright and blest,
Looks upward to the country of his birth,
And longs for heaven, the home of endless rest.
Mentone, May 1864.