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The voices of my home!--I hear them still! They have been with me through the dreamy night-- The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart’s clear depths with unalloy’d delight! I hear them still, unchanged: though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth-- Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright-- Have died in others; yet to me they come Singing of boyhood back--the voices of my home!