Grew homely shining through our window bars.{41}

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Now we have fared to the country o’er the hill,

And unknown journeys lie beyond us still;—

Ways unadventured, countless paths to roam,

But none that leads us in the evening home.

Onward, not homeward, some adventure calls

With every dawn, and every evening falls

Over new horizons, wild-rose or grey,

And old stars shining on the unknown way

Strange look and far, not those we saw of old

Safe moored in haven skies above our fold.

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THE QUEST OF YOUTH

Year by year the hills of blue

Year

That bounded our homeland nearer drew,

One by one the old enchantments

Passed away from the paths we knew.

Many a boon the old days brought,

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