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XXXIII

Wanderings

Ere yet I left home’s youthful shrine,

My heart and hope were stored

Where first I caught the rays divine,

And drank the Eternal Word.

I went afar; the world unroll’d

Her many-pictured page;

I stored the marvels which she told,

And trusted to her gage.

Her pleasures quaff’d, I sought awhile

The scenes I prized before;

But parent’s praise and sister’s smile

Stirr’d my cold heart no more.

So ever sear, so ever cloy

Earth’s favours as they fade;

Since Adam lost for one fierce joy

His Eden’s sacred shade.