Poems (Toke)/Lines for music (Trough distant lands I've wandered far)
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ROUGH distant lands I've wandered far, And basked 'neath sunny skies;I've revelled in the joyous breeze, Where Alpine mountains rise:But never throbbed my heart so high, With hope and gladness then,As now, when o'er the waves I see Those snow-white cliffs again.
LINES FOR MUSIC.
ROUGH distant lands I've wandered far, And basked 'neath sunny skies;I've revelled in the joyous breeze, Where Alpine mountains rise:But never throbbed my heart so high, With hope and gladness then,As now, when o'er the waves I see Those snow-white cliffs again.Talk not of balmy southern skies, Bright though their hues may be;For warm glad hearts and beaming eyes Are worth them all to me:And such I know await me now, Across that dark blue main,—Oh, for a bird's swift wing to reach Those snow-white cliffs again!
For though all wild with youth and joy, I've loved afar to roam,Yet oft in dreams those pleading eyes Have gently lured me home;And now at last, my heart beats high With rapture almost pain,As o'er the waves I bound, to reach Those snow-white cliffs again.
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February 26, 1847.