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THE EMIGRANTS' RETURN.
The same spring beauty lingered round,
On each familiar spot;
Man leaves his dwelling place for aye,
But Nature heedeth not.
On each familiar spot;
Man leaves his dwelling place for aye,
But Nature heedeth not.
So thought the weary emigrants,
As, pausing on the hill,
They watched the scene that lay below,
So peaceable and still.
And they wondered if the kindred, left
So many months before,
Still cherished them within their hearts
As warmly as of yore.
As, pausing on the hill,
They watched the scene that lay below,
So peaceable and still.
And they wondered if the kindred, left
So many months before,
Still cherished them within their hearts
As warmly as of yore.
A glad voice swelled along the hill,
Ending all thought of pain,
As loved ones hurried forth to greet
The wanderers again.
And soon warm hands were clasping hands,
And hearts ran o'er with joy,
And eyes that lacked an object long,
At length found full employ.
Ending all thought of pain,
As loved ones hurried forth to greet
The wanderers again.
And soon warm hands were clasping hands,
And hearts ran o'er with joy,
And eyes that lacked an object long,
At length found full employ.
But when they asked for Emily,
Each kindred eye grew dim;
And every heart drooped mournfully,
While filling to the brim;
And suddenly, amidst the group,
A spell was thrown around,
As if the lips had given voice
To some forbidden sound.
Each kindred eye grew dim;
And every heart drooped mournfully,
While filling to the brim;
And suddenly, amidst the group,
A spell was thrown around,
As if the lips had given voice
To some forbidden sound.
