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Normale Version: A lonely wanderer upon earth am I,
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A lonely wanderer upon earth am I,
The waif of nature - like uprooted weed
Borne by the stream, or like a shaken reed,
A frail dependent of the fickle sky.

Far, far away, are all my natural kin:
The mother that erewhile hath hush'd my cry,
Almost hath grown a mere fond memory.
Where is my sister's smile? my brother's boisterous din?

Ah! nowhere now. A matron grave and sage,
A holy mother is that sister sweet.
And that bold brother is a pastor meet

To guide, instruct, reprove a sinful age,
Almost I fear, and yet I fain would greet;
So far astray hath been my pilgrimage.