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She, with bright eye, and soul-bewitching voice, Wins us to smile, inspires us to rejoice; Tells, that the hour approaches, to restore Our cherish'd wanderer to his home once more; Where sacred ties his manly worth endear, To faith still true, affection still sincere! Then the past woes, the future's dubious lot, In that blest meeting shall be all forgot! And Joy's full radiance gild that sun-bright hour, Tho' all around th' impending storm should low'r!

Now distant far, amidst th' intrepid host, Albion's firm sons, on Lusitania's coast; (That gallant band, in countless danger try'd. Where Glory's pole-star beams their constant guide;) Say, do thy thoughts, my brother! fondly stray To Cambria's vales and mountains far away? Does fancy oft in busy day-dreams roam. And paint the greeting that awaits at home?