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THE QUEST

I

The thin rain is falling,
With a sigh the reeds quiver,
And the cow-herds are calling
Beyond the dark river.

II

There is gloom in the sky,
In my heart desolation,
As the cold mist creeps by
With a dumb lamentation.

III

Like a bird to her nest
I came, weary of roaming,
With a fear unconfest
I sped on through the gloaming.

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IV

From the ends of the earth
Oh! the longing that drew me
To the place of my birth,
To the fields that once knew me;

V

To my home! the bare walls
Of my dream have bereft me,
The chill spectre appals
The lone days that are left me.

VI

There is gloom in my heart,
In my home desolation,
Like a ghost I depart
With a dumb lamentation.