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WRITTENUNDER THE EXPECTATION OF SHORTLY LEAVING THE PLACE WHERE I HAD PASSED THE EARLY PART OF MY LIFE.
Home of my childhood! once so dear,
I quit you—not without a tear,
For in your green and shady bow'rs,
I pass'd my sweetest, gayest hours.
I quit you—not without a tear,
For in your green and shady bow'rs,
I pass'd my sweetest, gayest hours.
And in your groves and wood-walks wild,
I sported when a happy child,
Ere care and sorrow on my brow
Had planted deep their marks of woe.
I sported when a happy child,
Ere care and sorrow on my brow
Had planted deep their marks of woe.
Home of my youth! in ev'ry scene,
Through which my wand'ring steps have been,
Through which my wand'ring steps have been,
