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“YOUNG BOATMAN!”
Young Boatman! still, as oft I've done,
I see thy strenuous form; the sun
Turns to gold threads thy brown-waved hair;
Thy cheek blooms deeper in the air.
With open throat, in boyish pride,
On swelling lake and stormy tide,
Thy brave young vigour plies the oar—
The dream is gone, 'tis thou no more.
I see thy strenuous form; the sun
Turns to gold threads thy brown-waved hair;
Thy cheek blooms deeper in the air.
With open throat, in boyish pride,
On swelling lake and stormy tide,
Thy brave young vigour plies the oar—
The dream is gone, 'tis thou no more.
Young Mountaineer! in Highland plaid
Scaling Helvellyn, undismayed
By winter snows, for very love
Of the cold glories throned above!
Young Shepherd! joying in the free
And thrilling life so meet for thee—
Thou watchest now, poor exile, deep
In far Australia, o'er thy sheep.
Scaling Helvellyn, undismayed
By winter snows, for very love
Of the cold glories throned above!
Young Shepherd! joying in the free
And thrilling life so meet for thee—
Thou watchest now, poor exile, deep
In far Australia, o'er thy sheep.
Young Poet! to impulsive rhyme
Sparkling at touch of the sublime;
Young Dreamer! with thy heart so oft
Mourning o'er thoughts too wild and soft;
And now in night's still visions turning
Toward thy lost home—sweet, bitter yearning!
Whate'er thy task, where'er thou art,
Thou liv'st, the darling of my heart!
Sparkling at touch of the sublime;
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Mourning o'er thoughts too wild and soft;
And now in night's still visions turning
Toward thy lost home—sweet, bitter yearning!
Whate'er thy task, where'er thou art,
Thou liv'st, the darling of my heart!
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