POEMS.
31
With blinding tears and heart oppress'd
I go I know not where to rest!
Those cruel words, with withering blight,
Have sunk my soul in darkest night!
I pray to God that He will spare
And save me from this dark despair,
And everlasting woe.
I go I know not where to rest!
Those cruel words, with withering blight,
Have sunk my soul in darkest night!
I pray to God that He will spare
And save me from this dark despair,
And everlasting woe.
ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND.
Adieu, my native land! Farewell!
I'll sail o'er the stormy sea!
And when in a distant land I dwell,
You may, perhaps, remember me.
I've lived to see each hope depart,
And one by one life's joys decay:
Friends once so dear unto my heart
Are not the same to me to-day.
And one by one life's joys decay:
Friends once so dear unto my heart
Are not the same to me to-day.
No cruel wrong will e'er dissever,—
A mother's love will ne'er depart,
But lives with life, and clings forever
To every fiber of the heart.
A mother's love will ne'er depart,
But lives with life, and clings forever
To every fiber of the heart.
