Isle of Beauty, Fare Thee Well
By Thomas H. Bayly.
Shades of evening close not o'er us, leave our lonely bark awhile;
Morn, alas, will not restore us yonder dim and distant Isle;
Still my fancy can discover sunny spots where friends may dwell;
Darker shadows round us hover, isle of beauty, fare thee well.
'Tis the hour when happy faces smile around the taper's light;
Who will fill our vacant places? who will sing our songs to-night?
Thro' the mist that floats above us faintly sounds the vesper bell,
Like a voice from those who love us, breathing fond fare thee well.
When the waves are round me breaking, as I pace the deck alone.
And my eye in vain is seeking some green leaf to rest upon;
What would I not give to wander where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, isle of beauty, fare thee well.