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VOYAGING.
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I think with tears of the dear distant land,—
The love which now I lack,—
The pleading eyes, the dear detaining hand,
Which strove to hold me back.
The love which now I lack,—
The pleading eyes, the dear detaining hand,
Which strove to hold me back.
To these, even in my dreams, my memory turns,
Prizing Love's blessed boon,—
To these in vain my homesick spirit yearns
As sad seas toward the moon.
Prizing Love's blessed boon,—
To these in vain my homesick spirit yearns
As sad seas toward the moon.
All the dear faces which I left behind
Seem dearer and more fair,
All the old friendships cluster near and kind,
And keep me from despair.
Seem dearer and more fair,
All the old friendships cluster near and kind,
And keep me from despair.
So am I cheered and comforted, to prove
What these drear days have shown:
The soul that shrines one dear remembered love
Is nevermore alone!
What these drear days have shown:
The soul that shrines one dear remembered love
Is nevermore alone!