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Of even hope; there was not one Familiar face to look upon.— Their speech was strange. This penalty Was meet; but surely not from thee, False love—'twas not for thee to break The heart but sullied for thy sake!—

I could have wished once more to see Thy green hills, loveliest ! I could have wished yet to have hung Upon the music of thy tongue; I could have wished thy flowers to bloom— Thy cypress planted by my tomb! This wish is vain, my grave must be Far distant from my own country!