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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Richard HenryWilde

46 A Farewell to America

FAREWELL, my more than fatherland!

Home of my heart and friends, adieu!

Lingering beside some foreign strand,

How oft shall I remember you!

How often, o’er the waters blue,

Send back a sigh to those I leave,

The loving and beloved few,

Who grieve for me,—for whom I grieve!

We part!—no matter how we part,

There are some thoughts we utter not,

Deep treasured in our inmost heart,

Never revealed, and ne’er forgot!

Why murmur at the common lot?

We part!—I speak not of the pain,—

But when shall I each lovely spot

And each loved face behold again?

It must be months,—it may be years,—

It may—but no!—I will not fill

Fond hearts with gloom,—fond eyes with tears,

“Curious to shape uncertain ill.”

Though humble,—few and far,—yet, still

Those hearts and eyes are ever dear;

Theirs is the love no time can chill,

The truth no chance or change can sear!

All I have seen, and all I see,

Only endears them more and more;

Friends cool, hopes fade, and hours flee,

Affection lives when all is o’er!

Farewell, my more than native shore!

I do not seek or hope to find,

Roam where I will, what I deplore

To leave with them and thee behind!