Although I may wander as far as I will, 
My heart, my beloved, remains with you still, 
As the carrier-bird, that they tear from its 
young, 
Though the way be untracked, and the jour- 
. ney be long. 
Till they fold its dear chicks in its desolate 
nest:— 
Thus I, when my moments of absence are o’er, 
And this far distant land shall detain me no 
more, 
With light’ning-winged softness my path 
I’ll pursue, 
Till it bring me in rapture to home and to 
you. 
