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art welcome, O thou warning voice! My soul hath pined for thee; Thou art welcome as sweet sounds from shore To wanderer on the sea. I hear thee in the rustling woods, In the sighing vernal airs; Thou call'st me from the lonely earth, With a deeper tone than theirs.

The lonely earth! Since kindred steps From its green paths are fled, A dimness and a hush have lain O'er all its beauty spread.