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the gold-seeker.
In the dear home of his childhood, in a pleasant Northern land,
He beholds about him smiling the familiar household band;
Sees, perchance, his father coming homeward through the twilight gray,
Listens to his merry brothers, laughing in their childish play,
Feels the fond arms of his mother, as of old, about him thrown,
And the fair cheek of his sister pressing soft against his own!
Or he strays amid the moonlight, in a cool and shadowy grove,
Looking down with earnest glances into eyes that look back love!
All beloved tones are calling sweetly through his heart again,
And its dying pulse is quickened by the phantoms of his brain!
And belovèd names he murmurs, while his bosom heaves and swells,
For in dreams again he liveth through his partings and farewells!
He beholds about him smiling the familiar household band;
Sees, perchance, his father coming homeward through the twilight gray,
Listens to his merry brothers, laughing in their childish play,
Feels the fond arms of his mother, as of old, about him thrown,
And the fair cheek of his sister pressing soft against his own!
Or he strays amid the moonlight, in a cool and shadowy grove,
Looking down with earnest glances into eyes that look back love!
All beloved tones are calling sweetly through his heart again,
And its dying pulse is quickened by the phantoms of his brain!
And belovèd names he murmurs, while his bosom heaves and swells,
For in dreams again he liveth through his partings and farewells!
