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His heart is full of hope and home,
Toil, travel, are no more;
And he has happy hours to come
Beside his father’s door.
Oh, charm of natural influence!
But for thy lovely ties,
Never might the world-wearied sense
Above the present rise.
Blessed be thy magic every where,
Oh Nature, gentle mother;
How kindlier is for us thy care,
Than ours is for each other.
