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In old days when by self-wrought woes distraught,

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I yearned for exile as a glad release,

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Thy will refused the favor then I craved.

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But when my frenzied grief had spent its force,

And I was fain to taste the sweets of home,

Then thou wouldst thrust me from my country, then

These ties of kindred were by thee ignored;

And now again when thou behold'st this State

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