Journey Onwards, The Journey Onwards, The |
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Journey Onwards, TheJourney Onwards, The
Journey Onwards, The
As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still look`d back
To that dear isle `twas leaving.
So loth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us;
So turn our hearts, as on we rove,
To those we`ve left behind us!
When, round the bowl, of vanish`d years
We talk with joyous seeming -
With smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming;
While memory brings us back again
Each early tie that twined us,
O, sweet`s the cup that circles then
To those we`ve left behind us!
And when, in other climes, we meet
Some isle or vale enchanting,
Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet,
And nought but love is wanting;
We think how great had been our bliss
If Heaven had but assign`d us
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we`ve left behind us!
As travellers oft look back at eve
When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave
Still faint behind them glowing, -
So, when the close of pleasure`s day
To gloom hath near consign`d us,
We turn to catch one fading ray
Of joy that`s left behind us.
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