{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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Ye gather in the iestal scene,


With joy upon the brow, .,'.r'..
Ye mark familiar faces beam .,.,
Upon your pathway now. -
Ye listen to the well known tone, ...,
Ye mark the friendly smile
Haste where the stranger sits alone,


And his sad heart beguie.


Fond visions fit around him now, .,,,r14
Of his own household bowers,


Where love was radiant on each brow, A.
And cheered the passing hours. .la. H
And when he meets the young and fair,
Who throng in pleasures train, 81.
He may not in their pleasures share


And yearns for home again. n.... III,
Loved murmurs from that hallowed spot,
Float o'er his sleepy hours; .t
In dreams he views his natal cot, ..a.a.
And pIucks the garden flowers. a
He hears his mothers gentle voice, g
His grey haired father's tone, aue
He walks from these deluded joys, IS


TO plod his way alone. ta# 00a a
Strange faces beam upon him now, b4u
Not such as blessed of yore, aIOua 1915
And shadows fit across his brow, aa y..
Which childhood never wore. 4 81
The river that flows leaping by, .ug
With its white pebbly shore, m.ua
Is not like that rill's melody, aulg gggse.
Beside his fathers door. Iru 4 s.a#





Perchance smile would light his path,
And his lone spirit cheer, 7lEa1i
A kindly tone would bless his lot, aea
Or stay the falling tear. - .aaUs
Then gently on the stranger look, lTa
Afar from friends and home,
Proffer 10 him the friendly hand,--
Thou too mayst sometime roam. aua