For peace, in foreign regions, chill and bleak,
I search in vain. “Upon thy Fatherland
She dwells!” I hear my throbbing heart thus speak.
Would, I possessed a cot on that loved strand!
There life might calmly glide. My home I’ll seek,
And thence the world survey! I take in hand
My pilgrim’s staff , and, with a joyous heart.
Towards my beloved native land, depart.
Again I wander to th’ umbrageous tree
Beneath whose boughs passed many a summer’s day,
My soul enwrapped in ideality,
Gay dreams beguiling swift-winged hours away,
While the melodious lark sang anthems free;
Forsaking earth, he sang, beneath Heaven’s ray:
Now fancy represents, to my charmed sight,
Youth’s fairy scenes, in colours, rich and bright.
The objects that were wont to chafe each vein.
Re-vivify me, as in days gone by:
My first beloved I now behold again,
Each movement, feature, glance, can I descry,
Though years, I’ve wandered on a distant plain.
Yet, when my name she utters, Heaven seems nigh.
And o’er a drear existence, brightly smile
Love’s fostering ray that was eclipsed, awhile.