My native land, farewell! I can no tribute bring To crown you king, But I will tell The world my love for you. It may be we shall never meet And you no more will feel my feet Treading their youthful way Across your heart; But, oh, fond love will make me start When in some distant town I hear your name praised and renowned. Then all the wisdom I have learned Upon your plains, will quick return And make me sigh A little while, for joys gone by. You may not miss me much, dear land, But let the view, from where I stand Today, cherish some fond remembrance Of my childhood's glance, Cherish and keep a welcome warm If I return. When age shall steal my youth and mirth And I, returning to this earth, No more shall dream of friends and lands, I hope to rest in the warm sands Where shines your desert sun. But now the warmth of blood says, "On -- Adventure while you may!" And I must travel far away . . . My native land, farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |