FAREWELL, 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 grieve 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!
All I have
seen, and all I see,
Only endears them more and more;
Friends cool, hopes fade, and hours flee,
Affection lives
when all is o'er!
Farewell, my more than native shore!
I do not seek or hope to find,
Roam where I will, what I
deplore
To leave with them and thee behind! |
