I'm very happy where I am, Far across the say -- I'm very happy far from home, In North Amerika. It's lonely in the night, when Pat Is sleeping by my side, I lie awake, and no one knows The big tears that I've cried; For a little voice still calls me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear it spake, Oh! nobody but me. There is a little spot of ground Behind the chapel wall, It's nothing but a tiny mound, Without a stone at all. It rises like my heart just now, It makes a dawny hill; It's from below the voice comes out, I cannot keep it still. Oh! little Voice; ye call me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear ye spake, Oh! nobody but me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY |