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Too soon, too fast thou'rt come! Too beautiful is home, A home of gentle voices and kind eyes! And I the loved of all, On whom fond blessings fall From every lip—oh! wilt thou rend such ties?

Sweet sisters! weave a chain My spirit to detain; Hold me to earth with strong affection back: Bind me with mighty love Unto the stream, the grove, Our daily paths—our life's familiar track.

Stay with me! gird me round! Your voices bear a sound Of hope—a light comes with you and departs; Hush, my soul's boding swell, That murmurs of farewell; How can I leave this ring of kindest hearts?