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Down in the solitude of thought, where hopes well-garnered dwell, Where treasured up, our richer store lies safely kept and well, There meting out the brilliant rays, which from their lustre come, Lie safe-embowered, like ocean's pearls, these memories of home.

In varied shape these memories flock, their fav'rite guise come list: They're tending sprites which hover round, like seraphs in a mist Of light evolved from spirit-land, and ever point away To where our earlier joys had birth, our earliest longings stay.