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Ah, more ! — ah, more ! — Idolatry 
Was in my heart, as in my eyes, 
And when I look, fair child, on thee, 
To those blest times remembrance flies. 
I think of him, whose smiles as gay 
First kindled Love’s undying light, 
And still at Memory’s shrine I pay 
The heart’s full tribute, pure and bright; 
Then come, my laughing, bright-eyed girl, 
And cheer thy mother’s lonely hours; 
Those lips of rose, those teeth of pearl, 
And bright locks, like acacia flowers. — 
Each, all, recall the joyous past, 
When youth, and hope, and love were mine, 
As one whose lot mid strangers cast, 
Delights in distant lands to twine 
Visions of Home — forever found 
To soothe his care, to cheer, and bless; 
Thou, with thy father’s graces crowned, 
Still brin gest back lost happiness. 
