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TORES!' MELODIES. |
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But at length, as a stranger with searching eye, By my fragrance attracted was drawing nigh, He thought of his sister who loved the wild
flowers, And he brought rue to bloom in her garden
bowers.
Yes, he tore me away from the soil where I grew, Introduced me to friends, and to scenes which
were new; But I sigh for the forest, the brier and brake, And the cooling breeze from that lonely lake.
'Midst others more fragrant, for many a year, I have grown, and budded, and blossom'd here, Till the eye that first saw me is shrouded in
gloom, Till the hand that transplanted mc rests in the
tomb.
Ye lovers of solitude, think of my lot! Who are pining like me for some lonely spot; Ye know full well that the land of our birth Is the loveliest place on the wide-spread earth.
Take the cold world's friendship—'the meed of
fame— The admiring gaze—the applauded name,— But give me back the secluded wilds, Where fashion's votary never smiles 1 |
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