The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
“THIS IS NOT YOUR REST; BECAUSE IT IS POLLUTED
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“THIS IS NOT YOUR REST; BECAUSE IT IS POLLUTED .”
The exile on a foreign strand
Where'er his footsteps roam,
Remembers that his father's land
Is still his cherished home.
Where'er his footsteps roam,
Remembers that his father's land
Is still his cherished home.
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Tho' brighter skies may shine above,
Around him flowers as fair,
His heart's best hopes and fondest love
Find no firm footing there.
Around him flowers as fair,
His heart's best hopes and fondest love
Find no firm footing there.
Still to the spot that gave him birth
His cherished wishes turn,
And elsewhere own throughout the earth,
A stranger's brief sojourn.
His cherished wishes turn,
And elsewhere own throughout the earth,
A stranger's brief sojourn.
Oh, thus should man's immortal soul
Its destiny revere,
And mindful of its heavenly goal
Seem as an exile here.
Its destiny revere,
And mindful of its heavenly goal
Seem as an exile here.
Mid fleeting joys of sense and time
Still free from earthly leaven,
Its purest hopes thro' faith sublime
Should own no home but heaven!
Still free from earthly leaven,
Its purest hopes thro' faith sublime
Should own no home but heaven!
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