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"e;Home"e; says the sweet voice, and warm Comfort rises,Holding my soul with velvet-fingered hands;Comfort of leafy lair and lapping fur,Soft couches, cushions, curtains, and the stirOf easy pleasures that the body prizes,Of soft, swift feet to serve the least commands. I shrink half rise and then it murmurs "e;Duty!"e;Again the past rolls out a scroll unfurled;Allegiance and long labor due my l...