Poems (Charlotte Allen)/The Author's adieu to Plymouth
THE AUTHOR'S ADIEU TO PLYMOUTH,
Farewell to Plymouth's sea-girt shore, Home of the Pilgrim band;No more I'll hear the wild waves roar, Around my "Father-land."
I go, but with a sad farewell, I gaze around me here,While painful thoughts my bosom swell, As the parting hour draws near.
Far, far away to distant scenes, Reluctant do I go;While retrospection's hallowed beams, A brighter radiance throw.
It is not 'neath the sunniest skies, That warmest hearts abound;Where coldest winds breathe forth their sighs, Friendship 's oft purest found.
And here, upon this rocky shore, Full many a heart I've met,With kindest feelings teeming o'er, That I shall ne'er forget.
Then, fare thee well thou ancient place, Land where our fathers trod;Blessed, thrice blessed be the pilgrim race, Round the altars of their God.