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Where are sweet eyes of love Watching for me? Where o'er the cabin roof Waves the green tree? Where speaks the vesper-chime Still of a holy time? —Far o'er the sea!

Dance on, ye vintage bands, Fearless and free! Still fresh and greenly wave, My father's tree! Still smile, ye kind blue skies! Though your son pines and dies Far o'er the sea!