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are the vintage songs Wandering in glee? Where dance the peasant bands Joyous and free? Under a kind blue sky, Where doth my birth-place lie? —Far o'er the sea!

Where floats the myrtle-scent O'er vale and lea, When evening calls the dove Homewards to flee? Where doth the orange gleam Soft on my native stream? —Far o'er the sea!