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home!—there is a sorrowing breath In music since ye went, And the early flower-scents wander by, With mournful memories blent. The tones in every household voice Are grown more sad and deep, And the sweet word—brother—wakes a wish To turn aside and weep.

O ye Beloved! come home!—the hour Of many a greeting tone, The time of hearth-light and of song, Returns—and ye are gone! And darkly, heavily it falls On the forsaken room,