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In days my Kate when life was new	A
When lulled with innocence and you	A
I heard in home's beloved shade	B
The din the world at distance made	B
When every night my weary head	C
Sunk on its own unthorned bed	C
And mild as evening's matron hour	D
Looks on the faintly shutting flower	D
A mother saw our eyelids close	E
And blest them into pure repose	F
Then haply if a week a day	G
I lingered from that home away	G
How long the little absence seemed	H
How bright the look of welcome beamed	H
As mute you heard with eager smile	I
My tales of all that past the while	I
	-
Yet now my Kate a gloomy sea	J
Bolls wide between that home and me	J
The moon may thrice be born and die	K
Ere even that seal can reach mine eye	K
Which used so oft so quick to come	L
Still breathing all the breath of home	M
As if still fresh the cordial air	N
From lips beloved were lingering there	N
But now alas far different fate	O
It comes o'er ocean slow and late	O
When the dear hand that filled its fold	P
With words of sweetness may lie cold	P
	-
But hence that gloomy thought at last	Q
Beloved Kate the waves are past	Q
I tread on earth securely now	R
And the green cedar's living bough	R
Breathes more refreshment to my eyes	S
Than could a Claude's divinest dyes	S
At length I touch the happy sphere	T
To liberty and virtue dear	T
Where man looks up and proud to claim	U
His rank within the social frame	U
Sees a grand system round him roll	V
Himself its centre sun and soul	V
Far from the shocks of Europe far	W
From every wild elliptic star	W
That shooting with a devious fire	D
Kindled by heaven's avenging ire	X
So oft hath into chaos hurled	Y
The systems of the ancient world	Y
	-
The warrior here in arms no more	Z
Thinks of the toil the conflict o'er	D
And glorying in the freedom won	A2
For hearth and shrine for sire and son	A2
Smiles on the dusky webs that hide	B2
His sleeping sword's remembered pride	B2
While Peace with sunny cheeks of toil	C2
Walks o'er the free unlorded soil	C2
Effacing with her splendid share	N
The drops that war had sprinkled there	N
Thrice happy land where he who flies	S
From the dark ills of other skies	S
From scorn or want's unnerving woes	F
May shelter him in proud repose	F
Hope sings along the yellow sand	D2
His welcome to a patriot land	D2
The mighty wood with pomp receives	E2
The stranger in its world of leaves	E2
Which soon their barren glory yield	F2
To the warm shed and cultured field	F2
And he who came of all bereft	G2
To whom malignant fate had left	G2
Nor hope nor friends nor country dear	T
Finds home and friends and country here	H2
	-
Such is the picture warmly such	I2
That Fancy long with florid touch	I2
Had painted to my sanguine eye	K
Of man's new world of liberty	J
Oh ask me not if Truth have yet	J2
Her seal on Fancy's promise set	J2
If even a glimpse my eyes behold	P
Of that imagined age of gold	P
Alas not yet one gleaming trace	K2
Never did youth who loved a face	K2
As sketched by some fond pencil's skill	L2
And made by fancy lovelier still	L2
Shrink back with more of sad surprise	S
When the live model met his eyes	S
Than I have felt in sorrow felt	M2
To find a dream on which I've dwelt	M2
From boyhood's hour thus fade and flee	J
At touch of stern reality	J
	-
But courage yet my wavering heart	N2
Blame not the temple's meanest part	N2
Till thou hast traced the fabric o'er	D
As yet we have beheld no more	Z
Than just the porch to Freedom's fame	U
And though a sable spot may stain	O2
The vestibule 'tis wrong 'tis sin	P2
To doubt the godhead reigns within	P2
So here I pause and now my Kate	O
To you and those dear friends whose fate	O
Touches more near this home sick soul	V
Than all the Powers from pole to pole	V
One word at parting in the tone	Q2
Most sweet to you and most my own	Q2
The simple strain I send you here	H2
Wild though it be would charm your ear	H2
Did you but know the trance of thought	R2
In which my mind its numbers caught	S2
'Twas one of those half waking dreams	T2
That haunt me oft when music seems	T2
To bear my soul in sound along	U2
And turn its feelings all to song	U2
I thought of home the according lays	V2
Came full of dreams of other days	V2
Freshly in each succeeding note	W2
I found some young remembrance float	W2
Till following as a clue that strain	O2
I wandered back to home again	X2
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Oh love the song and let it oft	Y2
Live on your lip in accents soft	Z2
Say that it tells you simply well	A3
All I have bid its wild notes tell	A3
Of Memory's dream of thoughts that yet	J2
Glow with the light of joy that's set	J2
And all the fond heart keeps in store	Z
Of friends and scenes beheld no more	Z
And now adieu this artless air	N
With a few rhymes in transcript fair	N
Are all the gifts I yet can boast	B3
To send you from Columbia's coast	B3
But when the sun with warmer smile	I
Shall light me to my destined isle	I
You shall have many a cowslip bell	A3
Where Ariel slept and many a shell	A3
In which that gentle spirit drew	A
From honey flowers the morning dew	A

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