THE RETURN.
"I looked again—the wanderer had returned."
Byron.
Byron.
Room for the loved one! room once more!—
He has come again to his native shore;
He has come at last from the bounding sea,
With a spirit light, with a spirit free:
There's a thrill in his heart, of rapture wild,
Like the gushing tones of a joyous child.
He has come again to his native shore;
He has come at last from the bounding sea,
With a spirit light, with a spirit free:
There's a thrill in his heart, of rapture wild,
Like the gushing tones of a joyous child.
He is pausing now by the hawthorn shade,
The favorite haunt where his childhood played;
Where he used to stand, with a glistening eye,
And list to the sea's wild lullaby:
For even there, by that shelly strand,
Did he dream of a far-off stranger land.
The favorite haunt where his childhood played;
Where he used to stand, with a glistening eye,
And list to the sea's wild lullaby:
For even there, by that shelly strand,
Did he dream of a far-off stranger land.
