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"I'm home again, my dear old Room, / I'm home again, and happy, too, / As, peering through the brightening gloom, / I find myself alone with you: / Though brief my stay, nor far away, / I missed you -- missed you night and day -- / As wildly yearned for you as now. -- / Old Room, how are you, anyhow?
"My easy chair, with open arms, / Awaits me just within the door; / The littered carpet's woven charms / Have never seemed so bright before, -- / The old rosettes and mignonettes / And ivy-leaves and violets, / Look up as pure and fresh of hue / As though baptized in morning dew.