LINES WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR'S BROTHER, EDWARD BLISS EMERSON, WHILST
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arewell, ye lofty spiresThat cheered the holy light!Farewell, domestic firesThat broke the gloom of night!Too soon those spires are lost,Too fast we leave the bay,Too soon by ocean tostFrom hearth and home away,Far away, far away. Farewell the busy town,The wealthy and the wise,Kind smile and honest frownFrom bright, familiar eyes.All these are fading now;Our brig hastes on her way,Her unremembering prowIs leaping o'er the sea,Far away, far away. Farewell, my mother fond,Too kind, too good to me;Nor pearl nor diamondWould pay my debt to thee.But even thy kiss deniesUpon my cheek to stay;The winged vessel flies,And billows round her play,Far away, far away. Farewell, my brothers true,My betters, yet my peers;How desert without youMy few and evil years!But though aye one in heart,Together sad or gay,Rude ocean doth us part;We separate to-day,Far away, far away. Farewell I breathe againTo dim New England's shore;My heart shall beat not whenI pant for thee no more.In yon green palmy isle,Beneath the tropic ray,I murmur never whileFor thee and thine I pray;Far away, far away.
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