I came - and while cheer'd by the mariner's song
The billows seem'd kindly to bear me along;
My heart beat in triumph to reach the lov'd shore,
For I fancied new pleasures in meeting once more.
I flew - but alas! 'twas a desolate spot!
The place of my birth was deserted, forgot.
The hand which had led me in childhood secure,
The soul so endear'd, once so meek and so pure,
She who had caress'd me, e'er to manhood I grew,
And offer'd her prays when I bade her adieu,
Had gone to her grave; and the friends I'd once known,
So familiar in youth had follow'd or flown;
The mansion was old, and had gone to decay,
The garden lay fenceless and wasting away;
The delicate lily was scatter'd and dead,
The blush of the moss-rose had faded and fled.
The violet's rich hue was of beauty bereft,
The branch of the myrtle was broken and left,
The pink had been crush'd under merciless feet,
And the low mullien mingled its leaf with the sweet;
The dew-loaded leaf was bending and wept,
And mute in the woodbine the honey-bee slept,
The diminitive poppy in colours was drest,
The sunflower sprung up and flourish'd the best.
I look'd at the grave, but it caus'd me to grieve,
'Twas the place where so oft I had wander'd at eve;