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A poet, like a child astray,

Hears a voice calling far away,

With something friendly in the tone

He does not wish—nor dare—disown.

What voice it is he does not know;—

Enough, 'tis happiness to go;

Yet troubled lest his gladsome cry

Be to the voice no fit reply.

Rh