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away!—the child, where flowers are springing Round its footsteps on the mountain slope, Hears a glad voice from the upland singing, Like the sky-lark's with its tone of hope: Come away!

Bounding on, with sunny lands before him, All the wealth of glowing life outspread, Ere the shadow of a cloud comes o'er him, By that strain the youth in joy is led: Come away!