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 Where will my home be? I'll not ask; &emsp;I would not now be told! Enough to know 'tis God who will &emsp;In all my being hold,

I do not know what lovely flowers &emsp;May deck the new world's vales; But, though the brightest bloom abound, &emsp;If spring no primrose hails,

Its absent beauties I shall mourn, &emsp;For I have loved that flower; And my heart's friends have loved it too &emsp;From childhood's earliest hour.