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Whilst whirlwinds blow and tempests rise.
And thunders shake the troubled skies.
His feet are on a foreign strand,
His heart is in his native land.
Whilst all is calm and peaceful seen.
And noug'ht disturbs the blue serene.
He cannot yield to joys command.
An exile from his native land.
But when, the storms of fortune past.
The wish'd— for haven gain'd at last.
With what delight his waving hand
Enraptur'd hails his native land.
Here tarry all his soul hofds dear,
And all his fancy loves is here,
There are his friends his childhood plannd
And this his lovd, his nati-ve land.

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