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 And still thou wert the only one That seemed to care for me; For in whatever mood I came To wander by thy brim, Thy murmurs were most musical, Soul-soothing as a hymn.

I've wandered far in other lands, And mixed with stranger men, But still my heart untravelled sought Repose within thy glen. The pictures of my memory Were fresh as they were limned, Nor change of scene, nor lapse of years, Their lustre ever dimmed.