Poems (Smith)/Adieu, My Native Land

Poems
by Martha A. Smith
Adieu, My Native Land
4510563Poems — Adieu, My Native LandMartha A. Smith

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.

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.

Almighty God, who keepeth ever
Us in His everlasting care,
Will not forsake us, and will never
Leave us in dark and drear despair.

Let memory on the dreary past
Some kindly thoughts bestow;
And o'er unkindness at the last
A friendly mantle throw.

For I would flee forever,
O'er land and stormy sea,
To a happy home, where never
Unkind words could come to me.

But thee I will ever fondly love,
Till at my Saviour's call
I go unto my home above,
Where God keeps watch o'er all.

Time may pass till life is fled,
And years go rolling round,
Ere we rest in our narrow bed,
Beneath the clay-cold ground.

God may afflict whom He may love;
Let us meekly bear the cross,
Until we're called to our home above,
Then we'll not feel life's loss.

We long for a place of peaceful rest,
Free from every sorrow and care:
In Heaven we may be with the blest,
If we can only enter there.

For our heavenly home we're sighing,
And struggling on in pain;
And with all our hearts we're trying
Our Saviour's love to gain.

Then let us banish sorrow,
And flee from every care;
There may be a brighter morrow,
Then let us not despair.

For darkening clouds may lower,
And deepen into darker night;
And every hope may perish,
And leave our hearts in blight.

A mother is surely fading,
And passing fast away
Unto that bright Hereafter
Where is everlasting day.

To loved ones I will bid good-bye,
And on my lone journey go:
Kind love to you until I die
Is the best gift I can bestow.

And now the farewell is spoken:
With tears and a heartfelt sigh,
I leave this parting token—
My love and a fond good-bye.