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David Macbeth Moir

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To me, through every season dearest;
In every scene, by day, by night,
Thou, present to my mind appearest
A quenchless star, forever bright;
My solitary sole delight:
Where’er I am, by shore—at sea—
I think of thee.
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When Thou at Eve art Roaming, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
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