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 Methinks it wanders by,
 When none are lingering nigh,
To breathe upon my longing soul
 A last and farewell sigh.

Although bright flowers are round thee
 And music's voice is heard,
I know that other things than these
 Thy spirit's depths have stirred;
 Tho' summer skies are fair,
 And soft streams murmur there,
When the echoes of thy footsteps fall
 On the untroubled air.

O, come! there is no music
 Like the voice of those we love;
There are no skies so fair as these
 Our own green land above;
 Long have we watched for thee,
 Thy welcome smile to see,
And for the coming of thy sail
 Across the dark blue sea!

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ONE DROP IN THE CUP OF MEMORY.

One drop in the cup of memory,
 One drop of bitterness;
Amid the many lovely things
 That beautify and bless.