[From Mona's Isle, 1844]
PEACE be to Monas happy isle!
While I in foreign climates roam,
Oft do thy charms my cares beguile,
My native landmy island home!
To thee my thoughts will oft return,
Conversing with the sacred dead,
Whilst for the lost one still I n~oui~n~
Who sleeps in peace near Maugholds head,
How strong is Natures sacred tie
That binds me closely to thy shore
How pensively I often sigh,
" Ah, shall I ever see thee more ?"
In fancys dreams I often see
The happy spot that gave me birth,
The humble yale, how dear to me,
It is the sweetest spot on earth!
The flowry banks of Comas stream
Are still to me a favourd spot,
* The authors mother.
There first was formd my lifes young dream,
And on them stands my native cot;
In Summers pride Ive strayd along,
When flowers deckd the river side,
Chanting a rural, native song,
As by the crystal stream did glide.
All then was peace and happiness,
My mind was free from evry care,
No bitter pangs rose to distress
My heart, which since has had its share
In many a keen and galling pain,
Struggling with worldly misery,
Yet still, tho tossd on lifes rough main,
I ye thought, my dearest isle, of thee.
It yet may be my happy lot,
When cease my toils and earthly care,
To haste to thee, my native spot,
Thy rural peace at last to share;
There with my kind endearing wife,
And all our little happy train,
I would resign a sailors life
To till my Monas soil again!