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 33. Wanderings  ERE yet I left home's youthful shrine,  My heart and hope were stored Where first I caught the rays divine,  And drank the Eternal Word.  I went afar; the world unroll'd  Her many-pictured page; I stored the marvels which she told,  And trusted to her gage.  Her pleasures quaff'd, I sought awhile  The scenes I prized before; But parent's praise and sister's smile  Stirr'd my cold heart no more.  So ever sear, so ever cloy  Earth's favours as they fade; Since Adam lost for one fierce joy  His Eden's sacred shade.  Off the Lizard .  December 8, 1832.