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"Aching at the heart we delv'd
The narrow house, and o'er the inearthed corse 310
Heapt we the grass-green sod.
"The spring came on;
I felt a pang that may not be express'd,
Leaving that little cell where many a year
Had past in peace. We journeyed on our way,
Seeking the distant home of Theodore;315
And at the last saw o'er the budding copse
The curling smoke rise slow: onward he speeds
Elate of heart. The watch dog with hoarse bark
Announc'd the coming guest; then, wild with joy
Soon as Remembrance spake his long-lov'd Lord,320
Fawn'd on his feet and howl'd with ecstasy.
'Twas happiness indeed, one face of bliss
Shines thro' the house: the eager plough-man quits
The labouring team, for Theodore is come.
Fast down his mother's cheek roll'd the warm tear325
Of transport, to her breast she claspt her child,
Long wept as one no more; nor me forgot,

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