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Nor have I ever ceas'd to reverence youDomestic Deities! from the first dawnOf reason, thro' the adventurous paths of youthEven to this better day, when on mine earThe uproar of contending nations soundsBut like the passing wind, and wakes no pulseTo tumult. When a child—(for still I loveTo dwell with fondness on my childish years,)When first a little one, I left my home,I can remember the first grief I felt,And the first painful smile that cloathed my frontWith feelings not its own: sadly at nightI sat me down beside a stranger's hearth;And when the lingering hour of rest was come,First wet with tears my pillow. As I grewIn years and knowledge, and the course of TimeDeveloped the young feelings of my heart,When most I loved in solitude to roveAmid the woodland gloom; or where the rocksDarken'd old Avon's stream, in the ivied cave
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