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AS SLOW OUR SHIP. |
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AS SLOW OUR SHIP. Sung by J. A. Herman.
As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still looked back
To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So loth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us, So turn our hearts, where'er we rove,
To those we've left behind us.
"When round the bowl of vanished years,
We talk with joyous seeming, And smiles, that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming, While mem'ry brings us back again
Each early tie that twined us, Oh! sweet's the cup that circles then
To those we've left behind us.
And, when in other climes we meet,
Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flow'ry, wild, and sweet,
And naught but love is wanting— We think how great had been our bliss,
If Heaven had but assigned us To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us.
As travellers oft look back, at evev
When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave,
Still faint behind them glowing— So, when the close of pleasure's day
To gloom hath near consigned us, We turn to catch one fading ray
Of joy that's left behind us. |
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