Song of the Wanderer
Extract from a Letter.
The roaring sea - the roaring sea!
How would my heart rejoiceTo pace again its sandy shores,
To hear its thunder voice!I pine to see the rolling wave -
To watch its sparkling foam,I pine to climb again thy cliffs,
My own New England home!
I list in vain to catch the tones,
Familiar to my ear,I seek in vain to find a spot,
Like those I hold so dear;But every scene on which I gaze
Seems drear and dull to me -And not a sound is heard like thine,
Thou never silent sea!
What though a barren soil is thine;
What though a rockey shore;What though a sterner - colder sky
Doth bend thy borders o'er;What though thy snow crown'd mountains frown,
Thy piercing north-winds shill -New England! Cradle of the storm!
I love thee deeply.
A brighter sky doth bend above -
A warmer sun doth shine -A fairer soil doth smile around
A wandering son of thine;But still he signs to view again
Thy Mountains - Forests - Sea -Store-house of Freedom! fondly still
Thy son doth turn to thee!