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soft unclouded blue of air,

The earth as golden, green, and fair,

And bright as Eden's used to be,

That air and earth have rested me,

Laid on the grass I lapsed away,

Sank back again to childhood's day;

All harsh thoughts perished, memory mild

Subdued both grief and passion wild.

But did the sunshine even now

That bathed his stern and swarthy brow,

Oh did it wake—I long to know—

One whisper, one sweet dream in him,

One lingering joy that years ago

Had faded—lost in distance dim?

That iron man was born like me,

And he was once an ardent boy;

He must have felt in infancy

The glory of a summer sky.

Though storms untold his mind has tossed,

He cannot utterly have lost

Remembrance of his early home—

So lost that not a gleam may come.