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Avolio ; a legend of the island of Cos

With poems, lyrical, miscellaneous, and dramatic

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TO G. C. H.


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TO G. C. H.

I.

I know not where thou art my Friend,
But tender thoughts arise, and wend
Their way to thee, where'er thou art;
No distance chills the loyal heart.

II.

If ocean breezes fan thy cheek,
Oh, may their breath be mild and meek,
And every wind that stirs the sea
Come like a mother's kiss to thee!

III.

Or if, the mighty billows past,
Thy eager feet have touched at last
That glorious realm which filled thy dreams,
While pondering by our Western streams,

IV.

May all those antique scenes be bright
As when beheld in Fancy's light,

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So that thy soul may haply chance
To wander still with old Romance.

V.

Once, the delicious hope was mine
To blend a traveller's joys with thine,
From farthest frith of Northern sea,
To the fair fields of Italy:

VI.

But Fate stepped in with stern command,
And bound me to this barren land;—
What matter?—though by Fate denied,
No Power can keep me from thy side.