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SONG TO STELLA.
Young rovers on life's changeful sea,
By darkening tide and wild wind driven,
Full many miles from home are we,
And friends who made that home a heaven.
By darkening tide and wild wind driven,
Full many miles from home are we,
And friends who made that home a heaven.
Fair scenes are round us, and the flowers
In winter's lap are sweetly growing
And sunny rills through laurel bowers,
Alive with birds, are brightly flowing:—
In winter's lap are sweetly growing
And sunny rills through laurel bowers,
Alive with birds, are brightly flowing:—
But still our thoughts will wander back,
And seek the haunts of laughing childhood,
Though there with storm the sky is black,
And faded are the lawn and wild-wood
And seek the haunts of laughing childhood,
Though there with storm the sky is black,
And faded are the lawn and wild-wood
Here gentle airs and pleasant gales
Sweep o'er the blossoming savannah,
But dearer are thy storied vales,
Dark Genesee and Susquehannah!
Sweep o'er the blossoming savannah,
But dearer are thy storied vales,
Dark Genesee and Susquehannah!
Our northern groves their charm have lost,
For the green crowns they wore are faded,
And the cold fingers of the frost
Wan wreaths have round the hill-top braided.
For the green crowns they wore are faded,
And the cold fingers of the frost
Wan wreaths have round the hill-top braided.
But in the halls of home, my love!
Warm hearts a summer-time are making,
Though white the roof with snow above,
And storm without is uproar waking.
Warm hearts a summer-time are making,
Though white the roof with snow above,
And storm without is uproar waking.
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