"Do they think of me at home,
do they ever think of me? I who shared their ev'ry grief,
I who mingled in their glee Have their hearts grown cold
and strange to the one now
doomed to roam? I would give the world to know-
do they think of me at home? "Do they think of me at eve?
of the songs I used to sing? Is the harp I struck untouched?
does a stranger wake the string? Will no kind, forgiving word come across the raging foam? Shall I never cease to sigh-do they think of me at home? "Do they think of how I loved in my happy, early days? Do they think of him who came, but could never win their praise? I am happy by his side, and from mine he'll never roam; But my heart will sadly ask-do they think of me at home?" (Source)
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