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Troubled, Wildered And Forlorn Dark Benighted, Travel-Worn And All Heart-Broke I Heard Her Say: oh My Children, Does It Cry? Does It Hear Its Mother Sigh?" Pitying I Dropped A Tear But I Saw A Starbeam Near Who Replied: i Am Set To Light You The Ground While Your Mother Strives Around Follow Now The Mother'S Groans Little Wanderer, Hurry Home, Hurry Home!" Little Wanderer, Hurry Home! Sweet Sleep, Angel Mild, Hover Over Me! Truth, Be A Lantern To My Past! I Prepare My Soul For Flight, Prepare My Head For Death'S Cold Hand To Hurry Home From Letras Mania