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When from our mortal vision / Grown men and women go / To sail strange fields Elysian / And know what spirits know, / I think of them as tourists, / In some sun-gilded clime, / 'Mong happy sights and dear delights / We all shall find, in time.
But when a child goes yonder / And leaves its mother here, / Its little feet must wander, / It seems to me, in fear. / What paths of Eden beauty, / What scenes of peace and rest, / Can bring content to one who went / Forth from a mother's breast?