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RETURNING.
When one has journeyed far afield
To see earth's varied treasure,
And taste the joy fresh pastures yield—
Perhaps his greatest pleasure
Is when he turns his footsteps back
Along the old, well-beaten track,
To learn in fuller measure,
Home's quiet joys and friendly cheer
By absence rendered still more dear.
'Tis well to turn the wearied eyes
Where foreign suns are glowing,
And gain the stimulus that lies
Where fresher streams are flowing;
But O, the happy rush of thought
With which the eager hours are fraught
When we are homeward going!
How good the old accustomed place—
How sweet each dear familiar face!