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And I will leave my blessed home, my Father’s joyous hearth, With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth, With all the kind and laughing eyes, that in its fire-light shine, To sit forsaken in thy hut,—yet know that thou art mine!

It is my youth, it is my bloom, it is my glad free heart, That I cast away for thee—for thee—all reckless as thou art! With tremblings and with vigils lone, I bind myself to dwell Yet, yet I would not change that lot,—oh no! I love too well!