THE SEA SORROW.
I
Far away, far away, on the wide rolling billow,
I dream of the fields and the bowers,
Of the cottage at home, of my love's lonely pillow,
And the children that sport 'mid the flowers.
Day and night, sad at heart, on the ocean
I sigh for the folly that caused me to roam;
Or I weep bitter tears of emotion,
To think of the beauty and blessings of home.
II
Nevermore, nevermore discontented I'll wander
In search of the treacherous gold;
Safe at home let me rest, all the wiser and fonder,
To watch my heart's treasures unfold.
All the dreams of ambition are closing,—
No more in the rays of the morning they shine;
From my toil and my travel reposing,
The calm light of duty shall gild my decline.
