IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1^ If 1^ IlilM IM IIIM 12.2 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 << 6" ► Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREEf WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 # ■1>^ V «?) <^ 6^ . ■,:':l •■''■ i J .... ." < ■«' ' -'"f* *»i«(Ar"» iW||i(|iFW*«(»t*«<»^vt**y^ ---^ f^l^-' .-to*J!-.»#i«(i*SI«-*--»*''^ ■ „..i& !•' . .■C*i! (SM'^^^S^j '^(Si ^0^^.^*^^0^0^^^0^ 1 I came to the land of my birth, I sought for the home of my sire. Tlie thistles were rank on the heartli, And silenced the voice of tha lyre. 3 No sound of (greeting or woe Arose from those once brilliant halls, The threshold was broken and dank. And roofless the once noble walls. 8 I called on the naqiqii of the past, Or echo, or answer, was none ; I saw, as a stran);:er, I stood, In the spot where I first saw the sun. 4 Oh, days of my youth, are you gone I I cried, in my bitter despair. The life-blood is wrung from my heart, My bosom is bnrthened with care I 5 Alone like a phantom I'll fly — Nor care where my journey shall end. As a stranger, forsaken, I stand. Where once I had father, and friend. Alone thro' the world I will go, Nor reck where my wand'rings shall close, There is nought but the arrow of death, Can now bring me peace or repose. 7 Away. From the house of my birth. Thro' the »treet» where in childhood I played, Heart-broken, dejected, alone, A pilgrim, an exile I strayed. 8 Heart-broken, around as of old, I saw the same friendship and truth, I saw the sweet games as of /ore. But not the dear friends of my youth. The marbles, the top and the hoop, By the side-ways were yet to be seen, The ball, and the bat, and the kite. Arose as of old o'er the green. # 10 The laugh and the shout were the same ; O'er the rocks, thro' the meads and the sands, The sports and the plays were alike. But changed were the hearts and the hands. 11 Oh, Time, what a wreck dost thou make, I cried, as I gazed with a sigh, Before the swift tramp of thy toot, All beauty and glory must die. 12 Tliou wingest thy course with a flight. Nor bastions, nor mountains can stand, Thou swingest thy scythe with a )K>wer, That ruleth the sea and the land. 18 O'er Pompeii, Carthage, and Rome, Beheld I the marks of thy sway. And /tere the blood chills to m^ heart. As thy desolate track I survey. 14 The Mountains, the crags, and the flowera, The forest, the river, and isle, As of old in their beauty arose, And welcomed me back with a smile. 13 The hills and the vales were the same. The vi'lets still b1(M>med as of yore. The lilies still hung by the streams. But the friends of my youtli were no more. 16 I said — in my desolate woe, Tlie days of thy glories are o'er, Afar )'er the ocean I'll fly, And die on some wild foreign shore. 17 The Ganges, the Po, or the Rhine, Whatever, wherever it be, More joyful, more sweet is it now, ," •■ Than the land of my birth is to me. 18 I left. From the homo of my sires, (Still led by my ill-fated star,) A wanderer, banished, folorn, I fled thro' the nations afar. ' ». 10 Alone thro' the deserts of Ind, Thro' the hot burning sands of the plain — The pyramids echoed my griefs. And sighed in response to my pain. J 27 Thev'l Tlin Shnli And S8 Thoy'l Ofti Thoug The; I SHid- The Adowi We 80 The CO Dotl As the Wra 81 The th I sai We mi And 82 The W( Icrii Each s And 88 20 The Bedouin wept as he hearfl The desolate tale of my woes, ■: •< Nor sympathy, travel, nor love, Could bring to my bosom repose. 21 The anguish that haunted my soul, . Like a demon forever was near, Still rose like a phantom of gloom. And dim'd ev'ry smile with a tear. 22 Oh, Spirit of blisses and woes. Creator of raptures and sighs, How dark hast thou woven our fate. How close hast thou seal-ed the skies t 28 Thou raisest our bosoms in dreams. Of things that are glorious and bright. And when on the threshold, we gaze — And see but the darkness of night. 24 The loved-ones that from us are gone. We hope, in our yearnings, to see ; But, ah, as we stand by the grave. How darkly the teachings agree ! 25 We look from the clay to the tomb. We look from the tomb to the sky, We ca\l on the names of the lost, . And wander away with a sigh. - 20 A rose we may pluck from their side, May kiss it, and keep it for years, A pansy may rend from their mound. And water its leaves with our tears. 1 84 'Tis do [crii 'Tis ov Will I wills Non As a cl: And 85 I said- And I said : Thel 86 I will I Iwil Withv And 87 But, all E'en To-day, To-m 88 I fell. Asfl( As swil Agaii 80 Neath < Disbi Fi'om t: As ol 40 Oh, ran TobI Oh, rap Ke-ec ome, vay, heart, the flowers, '■ a smile. le same, if yore, jams, were no more. >er, a shore, line, low, I to me. iires, r.) of tlie plain- rs, ly pain. pose. soul, ar, 7om, tear. fate, the skies ! inms, nd bright, gaze — night. -e gone, o see , ive, free ! omb, le sliy, )8t, . h. r side, rears, aound, r tears. -^ 27 They'll serv? but to walten the grief Timt slumbers in cradlud repose, Slmll call up the days of the past. And nourish the fount of our woes. 38 They'll bring us nor light nor a pledge Of the change, whether woeful or well. Though the blood of our heart in them flow. They nought of the spirit can tell. 20 1 said— as I joiirnyed alone. The ways of the Maker nre dark, Adown the swift ocean of time We sail in a ruddnrless barque. 80 The compas that marketh our flight Doth point to a mystical pole, '' ' As the pow'r of the magnet, in night .t', Wrapt is the fate of the soul. 81 The thoughts of the Maker are deep, I said, as I gazed on the sky. We muse o'er the deeds of his hands, ' And our weakness behold with a sigh. 82 The works of the Maker are grand, I cried, as I gazed on the hills ; Each star is the child of His will, And its office with rapture fulfills. 88 'Tis done ; I will wander no more, I cried, in my desolate pain, 'Tis over ; no more o'er the pnst, Will I frenzy the chords of my brain. 84 I will seek out a place of repose. No more o'er \\w future I'll grieve. As a child I will look to my Ciod, And the words of His seivants receive. 85 I said— but the furies are strong. And stiU in my flight they pursue ; I said : As the gay and the younir, The favors of Fortune I'll woo. 86 I will blend with the gojj ^o-N>-^ra»- !'^V->->^' ^^ ^^ ^i^^Ov^'^^-