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Lyrics of the heart

With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel

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THE EXILES.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE EXILES.

'Tis eve on the ocean, the breeze is in motion,
And swiftly our vessel bounds forth on her way;
The blue sky is o'er us, the world is before us,
Then Helen, my sweet one, look up and be gay!
Why sorrow thus blindly, for those who unkindly
Could launch and then leave us on life's troubled sea;
Who so heartlessly scanted the little we wanted,
And denied us the all that we asked—to be free!
But we've 'scaped from their trammels, the word is “away,”
Then Helen, my sweet one, look up and be gay!
On, on we are speeding, and swiftly receding,
The white cliffs of Albion in distance grow blue,
Now that gem of earth's treasures, that scene of past pleasures,
The land of our childhood fades fast from our view!
Though thus exiled we sever from England for ever,
We'll make us a home and a country afar;
And we'll build us a bower, where stern Pride has no power,
And the frown of Oppression our bliss may not mar:
We have broken our chain, and the word is “away!”
Then Helen, my sweet one, look up and be gay!