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Good-Bye, proud world! I am going Home.
Thou art not my friend, and I am not thine.
Long through your weary crowds I roam with causes of fear.
A river-ark on the ocean brink,
Long I have been tossed like the driven foam.
But now, proud world, I am going home.
