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FAREWELL TO HOME. |
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Then blow on,, ye blasts of autumn, Change and wither all below !
For there is a fairer climate,
Where your breath can never blow.
FAREWELL TO HOME.
Home of childhood ! in the sound There are mem'ries rich and sweet:
Is it not enchanted ground, Ev'ry turf beneath my feet ?
Here I play'd a happy child, Binding up the vernal flowers—
Here a mother's sunny smile Lighted up my youthful hours.
Here a father's blessing fell, Shedding peace along my way!
Brother ! sister! tears must swell,— There were others—where are they ?
I have sought their peaceful tomb— Breathed a farewell o'er the spot—
And, though far away I roam, They shall never be forgot!
Let me weep, while yet my tears Flow, to leave these scenes so fair; |
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