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Long ago I wished to leave / "The house where I was born; " / Long ago I used to grieve, / My home seemed so forlorn. / In other years, its silent rooms / Were filled with haunting fears; / Now, their very memory comes / O'ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known. / Things once deemed so bright; / Now, how utterly is flown / Every ray of light! / 'Mid the unknown sea, of life / I no blest isle have found; / At last, through all its wild wave's strife, / My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep! / Farewell, foreign shore! / Open, in unclouded sweep, / Thou glorious realm before! / Yet, though I had safely pass'd / That weary, vexed main, / One loved voice, through surge and blast / Could call me back again.
Though the soul's bright morning rose / O'er Paradise for me, / William! even from Heaven's repose / I'd turn, invoked by thee! / Storm nor surge should e'er arrest / My soul, exalting then: / All my heaven was once thy breast, / Would it were mine again!