Poems (Osgood)/The Soul's Lament for Home
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THE SOUL'S LAMENT FOR HOME.
As 'plains the home-sick ocean-shell
Far from its own remember'd sea,
Repeating, like a fairy spell
Of love, the charmèd melody
It learn'd within that whispering wave,
Whose wondrous and mysterious tone
Still wildly haunts its winding cave
Of pearl, with softest music-moan—
Far from its own remember'd sea,
Repeating, like a fairy spell
Of love, the charmèd melody
It learn'd within that whispering wave,
Whose wondrous and mysterious tone
Still wildly haunts its winding cave
Of pearl, with softest music-moan—
So asks my home-sick soul below,
For something loved, yet undefined;
So mourns to mingle with the flow
Of music, from the Eternal Mind;
So murmurs, with its child-like sigh,
The melody it learn'd above,
To which no echo may reply,
Save from thy voice, Celestial Love!
For something loved, yet undefined;
So mourns to mingle with the flow
Of music, from the Eternal Mind;
So murmurs, with its child-like sigh,
The melody it learn'd above,
To which no echo may reply,
Save from thy voice, Celestial Love!