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 "Aching at the heart we delv'd The narrow house, and o'er the inearthed corse Heapt we the grass-green sod. "The spring came on; I felt a pang that may not be express'd, Leaving that little cell where many a year Had past in peace. We journeyed on our way, Seeking the distant home of Theodore; And at the last saw o'er the budding copse The curling smoke rise slow: onward he speeds Elate of heart. The watch dog with hoarse bark Announc'd the coming guest; then, wild with joy Soon as Remembrance spake his long-lov'd Lord, Fawn'd on his feet and howl'd with ecstasy. 'Twas happiness indeed, one face of bliss Shines thro' the house: the eager plough-man quits The labouring team, for Theodore is come. Fast down his mother's cheek roll'd the warm tear Of transport, to her breast she claspt her child, Long wept as one no more; nor me forgot, "But