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Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
BY MRS. CAROLINE ORNE. Alas! why did I leave My pleasant home A wanderer o'er the waves, Afar to roam? Ah! why was I the first To rend apart Those household ties that long Bound heart to heart, 'Tis night: the waves are round, The sky above, Whence the bright stars look down On those I love; On those whose fondest thoughts Will still be given To me, whene'er they lift Their hearts to Heaven. For this yon beaming stars Seem friends to me, But soon on distant seas
My course will be — Seas where a stranger host Will meet my gaze, That ne'er on those I love, Poured their soft rays. Then will there nought be left Save mem'ry's chain, To link my thoughts with those Beyond the main; But many a lovely flower, Unheeded when I mingled joys with them, Will bloom again. The sunny places where The violet Nestled amid the grass, With dew still wet — The fount, the mossy rock, The old oak tree, Will, in my night-watch, oft Come back to me. Oh, for one hour with those I left behind, Whose voices in the night, Borne on the wind, Like the low wind-harp's notes Oft seem to come, Wafted from flowery fields, Near by my home.
Why did I leave the fount, The rock, the tree — The glades where wild-flowers bloomed, And roved the bee? Why did I leave my home, And those I love, O'er the wild, pathless sea, Afar to rove?
Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. |
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