 | The Poetical Works of Thomas Pringle
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IX.
ON PARTING WITH A FRIEND GOING ABROAD.
O, I could wish, in that light bark with thee,
Now while the stormy night-wind rages loud,
And the dim moon gleams through the dusky cloud,
To travel o'er the wild and trackless sea!
What joy, before the strong gale drifting free,
To feel the soul (long cumber'd 'mid the crowd
Of earthward-pressing cares) emerging proud,
To picture bliss and glory yet to be!
—And yet, with lingering gaze upon that shore,
To weep for all the friendly hearts we leave—
And leave even those we love not with a sigh—
As parting spirits look to earth once more
With human love—exulting while they grieve—
From the dim Ocean of Eternity!
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