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I've wandered, but it was in vain In many a far and foreign clime, Absence is not forgetfulness, And distance cannot vanquish time. One face was ever in my sight, One voice was ever on my ear, From all earth's loveliness I turned To wish, Ah that the dead were here!

Oh! weary wandering to no home, Oh! weary wandering alone, I turned to childhood's once glad scenes And found life's last illusion flown. Ah! those who left their childhood's scenes For after years of toil and pain, Who but bring back the breaking heart Should never seek those scenes again.