Their tones are of the world, which Time
Sears not within the heart;
They tell us of the living light
In its green places ever bright.
VII.
They call us, with a voice divine,
Back to our early love,—
Our vows of youth at many a shrine,
Whence far and fast we rove:
Welcome high thought, and holy strain,
That make us truth's and heaven's again!
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