OH! why left I my hame? Why did I cross the deep? Oh! why left I the land Where my forefathers sleep? I sigh for Scotia's shore, And I gaze across the sea, But I canna get a blink O' my ain countrie. The palm-tree waveth high, And fair the myrtle springs; And, to the Indian maid, The bulbul sweetly sings. But I dinna see the broom Wi' its tassels on the lee, Nor hear the lintie's sang O' my ain countrie. Oh! here no Sabbath bell Awakes the Sabbath morn, Nor song of reapers heard Among the yellow corn: For the tyrant's voice is here, And the wail of slaverie; But the sun of freedom shines In my ain countrie. There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys o' our heart Come never back again. There's a track upon the deep, And a path across the sea: But the weary ne'er return To their ain countrie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SEVEN TIMES TWO [ - ROMANCE] by JEAN INGELOW A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 3 by WILLIAM BASSE THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |