To Osborne Stanley, On Leaving His Native Clime
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Title
To Osborne Stanley, On Leaving His Native Clime
Description
'Tis done, and shivering in the gale,
The bark unfurls her snowy sail,
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the freshning blast;
And must you from this land be gone,
In Afric's burning clime to roam?
As some lone bird without a mate,
Thy weary heart is desolate;
You look around, and cannot trace
One friendly smile or welcome face;
Even 'mid crowds you'r still alone,
Wrapt in remembrances of love and home.
'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,
And blass thee in thy last adieu;
Yet wish I not those eyes to weep—
Fr those you leave at home to weep.
Your home, your hopes, your joys are here,
To hail your coming ere another year.
The bark unfurls her snowy sail,
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the freshning blast;
And must you from this land be gone,
In Afric's burning clime to roam?
As some lone bird without a mate,
Thy weary heart is desolate;
You look around, and cannot trace
One friendly smile or welcome face;
Even 'mid crowds you'r still alone,
Wrapt in remembrances of love and home.
'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,
And blass thee in thy last adieu;
Yet wish I not those eyes to weep—
Fr those you leave at home to weep.
Your home, your hopes, your joys are here,
To hail your coming ere another year.
Creator
Theodocia Dolton
Source
1:44, p. 1
Date
5.19.1860
Collection
Citation
Theodocia Dolton, “To Osborne Stanley, On Leaving His Native Clime,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/677.
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