An echo of youth from its far sunny shore;
Through the dim distant years it resoundeth once more.
How mingled the feelings that rise with the strain—
The joy and the pain!
I hear it, but not
In the home of my childhood, the glorious and grand,
’Mid the wild woody glens of my own native land.
Ah! dear to me still is each far distant spot,
And present in thought.
I see them to-day!