WRITTEN BY
CHARLES JEFFERYS,
COMPOSED BY
J. HARROWAY.
Philadelphia, John F. Nunns, 184 Chesnut Street.
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Farewell to the home of my Childhood,
Farewell to my cottage and vine;
I go to the land of the Stranger,
Where pleasures alone will be mine.
When Life’s fleeting journey is over,
And Earth again mingles with
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Earth,
I can rest in the land of the Stranger
As well as in that of my birth.
Yes, these were my feelings at parting,
But absence soon alter’d their tone;
The cold hand of Sickness came o’er me,
And I wept o’er my Sorrows alone.
No friend came around me to cheer me,
No parent to soften my grief;
Nor brother nor sister were near me,
And strangers could give no relief.
’Tis true that it matters but little,
Tho’ living the thought makes one pine,
Whatever befalls the poor relic,
When the spirit has flown from its shrine.
But oh! when life’s journey is over,
And earth again mingles with earth,
Lamented or not, still my wish is,
To rest in the land of my birth.
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