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[XXII. Put off thy bark from shore, tho' near the night]
Put off thy bark from shore, tho' near the night;And, leaving home, and friends, and hope, behind,—
Sail down the lights! Thou scarce canst fail to find,
O desolate one! the morning breaking white;
Some shore of rest beyond the labouring wave
Ah! 'tis for this I mourn; too long I have
Wandered in tears along Life's stormy way,
Where, day to day, no haven or hope reveals.
Yet on the bound my weary sight I keep,
As one who sails, a landsman on the deep,
And, longing for the land, day after day
Sees the horizon rise and fall, and feels
His heart die out,—still riding restlessly
Between the sailing cloud, and the seasick sea.
| Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | |