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My Childhood's Home.
And when my father's glance of love
Fell kindly on my own,
My heart beat high with joyousness,
And all my sorrow gone.

My father! 'twas no common love,
That bound my heart to thee—
My father! thou art ever shrined
Deep in my memory—
My childhood's idol! oh how oft
I've called thee back in vain—
How could I bear to think that we
Should never meet again?

And thou my suffering mother too
Hast bowed at Death's behest,
And followed to that heaven, where
The weary are at rest.
Now re-united, both within
That happy spirit land,
Say, do you with parental love
Watch o'er your orphaned band?

Guardians of my unconscious years!
Still be your vigils kept
O'er me, your wayward child, as when
In infancy I slept.