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"Farewell!"—the echo died with that deep word,
Yet died not so the late repentant pang
By the strain quicken'd in the mother's breast!
There had pass'd many changes o'er her brow,
And cheek, and eye; but into one bright flood
Of tears at last all melted; and she fell
On the glad bosom of her child, and cried
"Return, return, my son!"—the echo caught
A lovelier sound than song, and woke again,
Murmuring—"Return, my son!"——