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Come away!—the child, whose flowers are springing Round his footsteps on the mountain slope, Hears a glad voice from the uplands singing, Like the sky-lark‘s, with its tone of hope; "Come away!"

Bounding on, with sunny lands before him, All the wealth of glowing life outspread, Ere the shadow of a cloud comes o'er him, By that strain the youth is onward led; "Come away!"

Slowly, sadly, heavy change is falling O'er the sweetness of the voice within, Yet its tones, on restless manhood calling, Urge the Hunter still to speed—to win; "Come away!"

Come away—the heart, at last forsaken, Smile by smile hath prov’d each hope untrue; Yet a breath can still those words awaken, Tho’ to other shores far hence they woo; "Come away!"

In the light wave, in the reed’s faint sighing, In the low sweet sounds of early Spring, Still their music wanders, till the dying Hear it pass, as on a spirit’s wing; "Come away!"