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&sS RETURN TO NEW ENG-

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 joy to callmy home,

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 Ed e'er be forced to roam

 W loved in thee?

 ssngland how thy name awakes -sach feeling of my heart, How every throhDing pulse pariakes The bliss, my thoughts of thee 'mPaF| My Fatherland! receive once more My melancholy tread; And spread a shield of comfort OCT Thy chiId's defenceless head Thy SaIes aFe Iovelier 10 these eyes Than Southern suns can "ooi @ : More beautiful thy couded skies Than inc clear richness of Italian blue. How gloroUsly thy verdant hiIs -. Successive bless my view; :, How bli,heIy dance thy speaking rllls, As with refreshing dew, ' :. They sprinkle every blade of grass That skirts their dappled waves They seetn to gree, me, as pass Returning from the land of Slaves. PEDRo'