ISLE OF BEAUTY.
I
Shades of evening close not o'er us,
Leave our lonely bark awhile!
Morn alas! will not restore us
Yonder dim and distant Isle.
Still my fancy can discover
Sunny spots where friends may dwell,
Darker shadows round us hover,—
Isle of beauty, Fare-thee-well!
II
'Tis the hour when happy faces
Smile around the taper's light,
Who will fill our vacant places?
Who will sing our songs to-night?
Through the mist that floats above us
Faintly sounds the Vesper bell,
Like a voice from those who love us.
Breathing fondly “Fare-thee-well!”
