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! around whose couch of pain, Fond Hope lingereth not in vain, Thou, whom strong and saintly prayer Still imploreth Heaven to spare, Thou hast watch'd our wild retreats, Thou hast priz'd our simple sweets, Long our voiceless lore hast known, Listen to our whisper'd tone, Come back to us!

Love, with warmth that ever glows, Speaketh through our lips of rose, Friendship, to our dewy sighs Trusts her hoarded memories, Gratitude, with Penury pale, Hasting to our native vale, Bade us fervent, for their sake, Plead, and no denial take, Come back to us.

Tardy Spring hath held us long, From thy bowers of light and song, Now on vine, and shrub, and tree, See! we bloom to welcome thee, For thy tasteful eye we pine, Wilt thou teach us where to twine? Nesting birds with tenderest lay, Swell their chorus, as we say Come back to us.