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A SONG IN THE OPERA OF CLARI.
In the promise of pleasure, the silly believer,
Home forsaking, to brave
The betraying world's wave,
Is soon taught by woe the truth friendship had spoken,
And virtue a wreck,—pleasure's promises broken,—
Lost at last, the world's scorn by the wily deceiver,
Finds out but too late, that where ever we roam,—
There's no pleasure abroad, like the pleasure of Home!
Home forsaking, to brave
The betraying world's wave,
Is soon taught by woe the truth friendship had spoken,
And virtue a wreck,—pleasure's promises broken,—
Lost at last, the world's scorn by the wily deceiver,
Finds out but too late, that where ever we roam,—
There's no pleasure abroad, like the pleasure of Home!
But droop not, poor castaway! be not dejected!
From the tempest-wave spring!
To your wreck'd virtue cling!
And be certain the angel of mercy takes care
Of the virtue, though erring, that will not despair!
Yes! though from the world's heartless bosom rejected,
From your home upon earth tho' cast houseless to roam,
Throw your glance up to Heaven, and be sure of a Home!
From the tempest-wave spring!
To your wreck'd virtue cling!
And be certain the angel of mercy takes care
Of the virtue, though erring, that will not despair!
Yes! though from the world's heartless bosom rejected,
From your home upon earth tho' cast houseless to roam,
Throw your glance up to Heaven, and be sure of a Home!
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