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home longings.
Oh! again to tread thy mountains
Where the breeze sweeps fresh and free,
Graze upon thy sparkling fountains,
Dashing on in mirth and glee.
Have a ramble through the wild woods
'Where is seen no tiller's track;
And perchance, a gush of childhood's
Deep ecstatic raptures back.
Where the breeze sweeps fresh and free,
Graze upon thy sparkling fountains,
Dashing on in mirth and glee.
Have a ramble through the wild woods
'Where is seen no tiller's track;
And perchance, a gush of childhood's
Deep ecstatic raptures back.
Young dear friends from whom I parted,
Tearfully in life's young morn;
Are ye still the joyous-hearted
In the Isle where ye were born?
Ever in this fond heart's dreaming,
Though since then long years have passed,
I can see your young brows beaming
Glad, as I beheld them last.
Tearfully in life's young morn;
Are ye still the joyous-hearted
In the Isle where ye were born?
Ever in this fond heart's dreaming,
Though since then long years have passed,
I can see your young brows beaming
Glad, as I beheld them last.
Ah'! how many recollections
Of each happy, long ago;
Early friends, and young affections,
To this bosom ever flow.
Yes, fond memories come thronging,
"Isle of beauty," fraught with thee,
And my heart is ever longing
There, to wake the wild harp's glee.
Of each happy, long ago;
Early friends, and young affections,
To this bosom ever flow.
Yes, fond memories come thronging,
"Isle of beauty," fraught with thee,
And my heart is ever longing
There, to wake the wild harp's glee.
Where the golden sun is shining
Brightly on each verdant scene,
Flowers in iris myriads twining,
O'er thy turf's luxuriant green.
Brightly on each verdant scene,
Flowers in iris myriads twining,
O'er thy turf's luxuriant green.
