Poems.
55
Ambition bids thee hence to fly,
But not, I trust, forever.
'Neath foreign skies thou 'rt doomed to roam,
And tread a distant clime;
'Mong stranger friends will be thy home,
That never can be mine.
But not, I trust, forever.
'Neath foreign skies thou 'rt doomed to roam,
And tread a distant clime;
'Mong stranger friends will be thy home,
That never can be mine.
Though other scenes may prove more fair,
And other skies more clear,
Yet strangers will thy friendship share,
And win thy trusting ear.
But think not, though in warmer climes,
That friendship there is stronger;
Or deem that 'mid the clustering vines,
That valued gem lives longer.
And other skies more clear,
Yet strangers will thy friendship share,
And win thy trusting ear.
But think not, though in warmer climes,
That friendship there is stronger;
Or deem that 'mid the clustering vines,
That valued gem lives longer.
Whether on Iceland's frozen ground,
Or Georgia's verdant plain,
Or where the savage wild is found,
Friendship is still the same.
Then fare thee well! the hour is near,
That takes thee far away;
Thou goest with the waning year,
Heaven speed thee on thy way!
Or Georgia's verdant plain,
Or where the savage wild is found,
Friendship is still the same.
Then fare thee well! the hour is near,
That takes thee far away;
Thou goest with the waning year,
Heaven speed thee on thy way!
