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Oh! but to hear the herd-bell sound.
 * When shepherds lead the way

Up the high Alps, and children bound,
 * And not a lamb will stay!

Oh! but to climb the uplands free,
 * And, where the pure streams foam,

By the blue shining lake, to see,
 * Once more, my hamlet-home!

Here, no familiar look I trace;
 * I touch no friendly hand;

No child laughs kindly in my face—
 * As in my own bright land!—