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Rh ONG years have fled away since last I stood upon my native land, And other longer years have past Since here I raised a suppliant hand; And yet how oft the sacred shrine, How oft the holy vesper song Again in slumber have been mine. Upon the night hour borne along; And wakened in the wanderer's mind His early hope, and early fear, All that my youth had left behind, All that my youth held more than dear;