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Forth to the chase once more.—And let me dwell A little while, my father! by thy side, That I may hear the blessed words again— Like water brooks amidst the summer hills— From thy true lips flow forth; for in my heart The music and the memory of their sound Too long have died away.

Herrmann.O, welcome back, Friend, rescued one!—Yes, thou shalt be my guest, And we will pray beneath my sycamore Together, morn and eve; and I will spread Thy couch beside my fire, and sleep at last— After the visiting of holy thoughts— With dewy wing shall sink upon thine eyes!— Enter my home, and welcome, welcome back To peace, to God, thou lost and found again! Father! that from amidst yon glorious worlds