Classic Poem

Farewell, dear friend! the land is slowly fading;
Our vessel spreads her white wings to the gale —
Some eyes are dim and many cheeks are pale;
The sailor's hand his storm-worn brow is shading,
As from the sea he gazes on the shore
Where his own loved ones dwell — the home, the home
Of deep and true affections, valued more,
Since from their blessings, Fate compels to roam.
I go to seek fair health in softer climes;
Yet, dearest, ever lives my heart with thee!
Oh, in the winter's chill and gloomy times,
Send o'er the waters thy best hopes to me;
And when Favonian airs around me stray,
My thoughts, like Summer birds, shall homeward take their way.