"The verdure of these English fields           

             Seems in my heart to glow—           

             There, as this shaded river winds,           

             I feel its waters flow.           

                        

             "For, though I ventured forth so bold,           

             So long, so far did roam,           

             Affection, like a wayward child,           

             Still wept and murmur'd, home! 

                        

             "I persevered, yet still I strained           

             The pleader to my breast;           

             I hush'd her cries, but as I chid           

             More fondly still carest.           

                        

             "And when I met with foreign dames           

             Of grace and beauty rare—           

             I fancied one dear village girl           

             Like them: but oh! how fair!           

                        

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