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  • Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

    Thomas Moore, J. W. Lake (1829). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc: Complete in One Volume”, p.286