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I WOULD .NOT STAY. 241
Till borne afar, a captive lone,
To yonder isle 'midst stormy seas: Ask him what fame avails him now ? 'Mid barren rocks he sleepeth low, His fame, his grandeur, pass'd away, Like morning dews—I would not stay.
" But hope!" Yes, hope's a welcome guest,
To fainting souls she gives relief; Affords the weary pilgrim rest,
And soothes the heart oppress'd with grief; But as life's surging waves roll on, Hope takes her flight, and leaves us lone: In these dark hours, we catch no ray From earthly hope—I would not stay.
Mention no more—'tis vain, 'tis vain !
Nothing on earth my soul can please ; These empty names all give me pain,
I cannot love such toys as these ; But far beyond the cheerless tomb, I see a land of changeless bloom— How glorious ! Let me take my way— In this dark world I would not stay.