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He urged his steed with hand and heel, It bounded concious of the steel, And never yet to eye Spread such an earth, shone such a sky, Blew such sweet breezes o'er his brow, As those his native land had now.

He thought upon young name, And felt that she was still the same; He thought on, his child Had surely his dark cares beguiled; He thought upon the welcome sweet It would be his so soon to meet: And never had the star of hope Shone on a lovelier horoscope.