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The thousand nameless ties that twine around
My native land and home.
Thou wilt not chide,
Belovèd! feelings like to these, nor deem
The heart less all thine own, that sometimes thus
Returns, with fond remembrance, to the thought
Of all those distant loved ones, scattered wide,
In life or death than thee alone less dear.
My native land and home.
Thou wilt not chide,
Belovèd! feelings like to these, nor deem
The heart less all thine own, that sometimes thus
Returns, with fond remembrance, to the thought
Of all those distant loved ones, scattered wide,
In life or death than thee alone less dear.
E.
Godinton, January 20, 1838.
