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THE EMIGRANTS FAREWELL TO HIS COUNTRY.


I go, my native land, far o'er
 The solitary sea,
To regions, where the very stars
 Of Heaven will strangers be,

To some untrodden wilderness
 Of Australasia's land,—
A home, which man has here denied,
 I seek at God's own hand.

I have a mother, ill and poor,
 A father, too, in years,
And have no parting gift for them,
 No! nothing save my tears.

I leave them in a busy town,
 Where pale mechanics toil
In irksome manufactories,
 Shut from the sun and soil.

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