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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. '135 They seekwthey seek; yet never find, They sesrch the world around: But there is one, who asks not, here, What cannot?-here, be found. For hi TM , alone, to worlds unseen, Faith points h?r golden rod; He seeks the' perfect treasure there,' And finds it in his God. 1818. ON RETURNING TO MY BIRTH PLACE'. SwzsT Eden of my childish hours, From the wild world's tumultuous sea; Escap'd, I seek thy tranquil bowers, And feel at lefigth that I am free. Here, as my shatter'd bark returns,. Hope brightly looks on future years, The torch of Health, rehmin'd, burns, And Memory smiles thro' all her tears. ......... ?Google
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