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The faded palm-branch in his hand, Shew'd pilgrim from the Holy Land. .

thou come from the far-off land at last? Thou that hast wander'd long! Thou art come to a home whence the smile hath pass'd,   With the merry voice of song.

For the sunny glance and the bounding heart Thou wilt seek—but all are gone; They are parted e'en as waters part, To meet in the deep alone!