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Thou think'st it sweet when friend with friend Beneath one roof in prayer may blend; Then doth the stranger's eye grow dim— Far, far are those who pray'd with him.

Thy hearth, thy home, thy vintage land— The voices of thy kindred band— Oh! 'midst them all when blest thou art, Deal gently with the stranger's heart!