Poems< (1846: London: Chapman, 1847). PS 1624 .A1 Robarts Library
1Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
2Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
3Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
4A river-ark on the ocean brine,
5Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
6But now, proud world! I'm going home.
7Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;
8To Grandeur with his wise grimace;
9To upstart Wealth's averted eye;
10To supple Office, low and high;
11To crowded halls, to court and street;
12To frozen hearts and hasting feet;
13To those who go, and those who come;
14Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.
15I am going to my own hearth-stone,
16Bosomed in yon green hills alone, --
17A secret nook in a pleasant land,
18Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
19Where arches green, the livelong day,
21And vulgar feet have never trod
22A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
24I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
25And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
26Where the evening star so holy shines,
27I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
29For what are they all, in their high conceit,
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