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POEMS BY CURRER BELLREGRET.
Long ago I wished to leave
"The house where I was born;"
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O`ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known.
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light!
`Mid the unknown sea, of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave`s strife,
My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep!
Farewell, foreign shore!
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before!
Yet, though I had safely pass`d
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast
Could call me back again.
Though the soul`s bright morning rose
O`er Paradise for me,
William! even from Heaven`s repose
I`d turn, invoked by thee!
Storm nor surge should e`er arrest
My soul, exalting then:
All my heaven was once thy breast,
Would it were mine again!
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