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He wanders o'er the earth, that exiled one; God be his guide, who other guide hath none!

through the nations, and I gazed On them, and they on me, alike unknown; No friendly head was with a welcome raised, For every where the exile is alone.

When o'er some chimney, at the closing day, I saw the smoke unwind its shadowy zone, I said, "Thrice happy he who by his hearth    Sits down in quiet, with his loved, his own:     But every where the exile is alone.

As the storm drives those heavy clouds along, When scattered vapours o'er the sky are strown, So am I driven—where, it matters not— For every where the exile is alone.