the parting.
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For many a long and weary month,
I wandered forth a maniac wild,
Until a mother's tender care
Restored the reason of her child.
I wandered forth a maniac wild,
Until a mother's tender care
Restored the reason of her child.
Since then, with fond but faded hopes,
I've wandered through the earth alone;
Cheered by the high and holy hope,
I yet shall meet with him I mourn.
I've wandered through the earth alone;
Cheered by the high and holy hope,
I yet shall meet with him I mourn.
