He will think, when summer weather
Lights some foreign forest glade,
How we used to roam together
In the greenwood's golden shade.
When strange flowers are round him blowing,
Purple in their eastern pride;
He'll recall the wild ones growing
By his native river's side.
On some stranger's hearth when gazing
With a home-awakened heart,
He 'll but see the wood fire blazing
Where we wont to sit apart.
All life's dearest links enthrall thee,
Wheresoever thou may'st roam;
Every thought that can recall me,
Must recall, too, youth and home.
Yes! I see the gliding motion
Of his vessel on the deep;
Oh thou far and fearful ocean,
Carefully my loved one keep.
Ah, ye white sails slowly sweeping,
Like the wings of some vast bird,
Stay one moment for my weeping:
Let my last farewell be heard.