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THE CHAMOIS HUNTER'S LOVE.
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And I will leave my blessed home, my Father’s joyous hearth,
With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth,
With all the kind and laughing eyes, that in its fire-light shine,
To sit forsaken in thy hut,—yet know that thou art mine!
It is my youth, it is my bloom, it is my glad free heart,
That I cast away for thee—for thee—all reckless as thou art!
With tremblings and with vigils lone, I bind myself to dwell
Yet, yet I would not change that lot,—oh no! I love too well!
