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DISTANT VOICES
And dusky faces passed and woke
The echoes with the words they spoke—
—The same old tales as other folk.
A truce to roaming! Never more
I'll leave the home I loved of yore.
But strangers meet me at the door.
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I left my home still travelling,
For yet I hear the strange birds sing,
And foreign flowers rare perfumes bring.
I hear a distant voice, more wise
Than others are 'neath foreign skies,
I'll find—perhaps in paradise.
