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AN EXILE'S DREAM OF HOME.
His heart he'er ached to see his much-loved sailors ta'en;
His sailors' pangs were free from their loved captain's pain.
But though in death apart, they are together now—
Calm each enduring heart,—bright each devoted brow!
His sailors' pangs were free from their loved captain's pain.
But though in death apart, they are together now—
Calm each enduring heart,—bright each devoted brow!
An Exile's Dream of Home.
It has been my lot in foreign lands,
'Neath sunny skies to roam,
Where passing scenes have touched a chord
That wakened thoughts of home;
A noisy brook—a silent shore—
A bird—a flower—a tree;
Can bring to mind far distant friends,
And days that ne'er can be.
'Neath sunny skies to roam,
Where passing scenes have touched a chord
That wakened thoughts of home;
A noisy brook—a silent shore—
A bird—a flower—a tree;
Can bring to mind far distant friends,
And days that ne'er can be.
When worn and weary oft I've lain
By Gauges' noble stream,
And thoughts of home and happiness
Would crowd my troubled dream;
How sweet on fancy's fairy wings
O'er oceans wide to flee,
To wander where the Ugie flows
In silence to the sea.
By Gauges' noble stream,
And thoughts of home and happiness
Would crowd my troubled dream;
How sweet on fancy's fairy wings
O'er oceans wide to flee,
To wander where the Ugie flows
In silence to the sea.
I stood enraptured—yet alone
When, lo! as by a charm,
Another gazed into my face,
And leant upon my arm;
Oh. Well that lovely form I knew,
More lovely now than ever,
I pressed her to my swelling heart,
And vowed We ne'er should sever.
When, lo! as by a charm,
Another gazed into my face,
And leant upon my arm;
Oh. Well that lovely form I knew,
More lovely now than ever,
I pressed her to my swelling heart,
And vowed We ne'er should sever.
With converse sweet the twilight hour
Full swiftly sped away,
'Till a golden stream of western light
Proclaimed departing day;
Nor till the lintie sought the bush—
The laverock sought the brake—
The rook the castle's ruined tower,—
Our homeward course did take.
Full swiftly sped away,
'Till a golden stream of western light
Proclaimed departing day;
Nor till the lintie sought the bush—
The laverock sought the brake—
The rook the castle's ruined tower,—
Our homeward course did take.
We wandered by the lone footpath,
And crossed the haunted stream,
Where fairies midnight revels keep
Beneath the moon's cold beam.
And crossed the haunted stream,
Where fairies midnight revels keep
Beneath the moon's cold beam.