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RICHARD HENRY WILDE
(i 789-1847)
A FAREWELL TO AMERICA
F
AREWELL, my more than fatherland ! Home of my heart and friends, adieu ! Lingering beside some foreign strand, How oft shall I remember you ! How often o'er the waters blue, Send back a sigh to those I leave,
The loving and beloved few, Who grieved for me,—for whom I grieve !
We part!—no matter how we part,
There are some thoughts we utter not, Deep treasured in our inmost heart,
Never revealed, and ne'er forgot!
Why murmur at the common lot ? We part!—I speak not of the pain —
But when shall I each lovely spot And each loved face behold again ?
It must be months,—it may be years,—
It may—but no !—I will not fill Fond hearts with gloom,—fond eyes with tears,
" Curious to shape uncertain ill/'
Though humble,—few and far,—yet, still Those hearts and eyes are ever dear ;
Theirs is the love no time can chill, The truth no chance or change can sear ! |
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