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very life and nourishment depended. Even apart 

 from affection, this impression remains and draws 

 the weary and troubled at all periods of life back 

 to what was the haven of its origin. 



The feeling or passion has been well described 

 in a charming German song by Gumbert, Das 

 theure Vaterhaus, of which I will give a transla- 

 tion for those who do not know or are unable to 

 appreciate the original : 



I know of something dearest 



Upon God's great wide world, 

 That round my heart clings nearest 



And closest ever furled. 

 No friend, not e'en a sweetheart, 



Can lure my love to roam 

 From longings keen for fatherland 



And the beloved old home. 



Through life, amidst all pleasures 



And joys that fill the breast, 

 The heart of hearts still treasures 



The greater bliss of rest. 

 Hot tears of tender yearning 



From heart and eyes must come 

 At thought of dear old fatherland 



And the paternal home. 



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