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THE EXILE.
Far from the land which gave him birth,
The lonely exile wandering weary,
Feels that the loveliest land on earth,
When look'd upon thro' tears, looks dreary.
For, oh! when Fortune grew unkind,
And in the spell of sorrow bound him,
There came a shadow o'er his mind,
To darken every object round him.
The lonely exile wandering weary,
Feels that the loveliest land on earth,
When look'd upon thro' tears, looks dreary.
For, oh! when Fortune grew unkind,
And in the spell of sorrow bound him,
There came a shadow o'er his mind,
To darken every object round him.
But, as often the sunbeam breaks brilliant and warm
On the day whose beginning was coldness and storm,
Even thus unexpectedly, fortunes more bright,
Now light back the exile to home and delight!
And though since his escape, he'll oft gaze from the shore
On the billows he saw with such terror before,
Yet to think of a peril that's happily past,
Only heightens the rapture which follows at last.
On the day whose beginning was coldness and storm,
Even thus unexpectedly, fortunes more bright,
Now light back the exile to home and delight!
And though since his escape, he'll oft gaze from the shore
On the billows he saw with such terror before,
Yet to think of a peril that's happily past,
Only heightens the rapture which follows at last.
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