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76 And now farewell, Dear native spot! with fairest landscapes deck'd, Of old romantic cliff, and crystal rill, And verdant soil, enrich'd with proudest wealth, Warm hearts and true. Yet deem not I shall wear The mourner's weeds for thee. Another home Hath joys and duties. And, where'er my path On earth shall lead, I'll keep a nesting bough For hope, the song-bird, and, with cheerful step, Hold on my pilgrimage, remembering where Flowers have no autumn-languor, Eden's gate No flaming sword, to guard the tree of life.