Surpassing all other),
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
There’s a spell in the shade
Where our infancy played
Even stronger than time, and more deep than despair.
An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain:
Oh! give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds and the lambkins that came at my call;
Those who named me with pride,
Those who played by my side,