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" thou come with the heart of thy childhood back?   The free, the pure, the kind?" —So murmur'd the trees in my homeward track, As they play'd to the mountain-wind.

"Hath thy soul been true to its early love?" Whisper'd my native streams; "Hath the spirit nursed amidst hill and grove,   Still revered its first high dreams?"

"Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer   Of the child in his parent-halls?" —Thus breathed a voice on the thrilling air, From the old ancestral walls.