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A FAREWELL TO CONNECTICUT.
Years have gone by, and remembrance now covers,
With the tinge of the moonbeam, the thoughts of that hour;
Yet still in his day-dream the wanderer hovers
Round the cottage he left and its green woven bower.
And Hope lingers near him, her wildest song breathing,
And points to a future day, distant and dim,
When the finger of sunset, its eglantine weaving,
Shall brighten the home of his childhood for him.
