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IX.
—But when wilt thou return?
    Along thine own free air,
There are young sweet voices borne—
    Oh! should not thine be there?

X.
Still at thy father's board
    There is kept a place for thee.
And by thy smile restored,
    Joy round the hearth shall be.

XI.
Still hath thy mother's eye,
    Thy coming step to greet,
A look of days gone by,
    Tender, and gravely sweet.

XII.
Still, when the prayer is said.
    For thee kind bosoms yearn,
For thee fond tears are shed—
—Oh! when wilt thou return?