33. Wanderings
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ERE yet I left home's youthful shrine, |
| My heart and hope were stored |
| Where first I caught the rays divine, |
| And drank the Eternal Word. |
I went afar; the world unroll'd |
| Her many-pictured page; |
| I stored the marvels which she told, |
| And trusted to her gage. |
Her pleasures quaff'd, I sought awhile |
| The scenes I prized before; |
| But parent's praise and sister's smile |
| Stirr'd my cold heart no more. {76} |
So ever sear, so ever cloy |
| Earth's favours as they fade; |
| Since Adam lost for one fierce joy |
| His Eden's sacred shade. |
Off the Lizard.
December 8, 1832. |