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The Last Farewell

    By Ralph Waldo Emerson



    LINES WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR'S BROTHER, EDWARD BLISS EMERSON, WHILST SAILING OUT OF BOSTON HARBOR, BOUND FOR THE ISLAND OF PORTO RICO, IN 1832

    Farewell, ye lofty spires
    That cheered the holy light!
    Farewell, domestic fires
    That broke the gloom of night!
    Too soon those spires are lost,
    Too fast we leave the bay,
    Too soon by ocean tost
    From hearth and home away,
    Far away, far away.

    Farewell the busy town,
    The wealthy and the wise,
    Kind smile and honest frown
    From bright, familiar eyes.
    All these are fading now;
    Our brig hastes on her way,
    Her unremembering prow
    Is leaping o'er the sea,
    Far away, far away.

    Farewell, my mother fond,
    Too kind, too good to me;
    Nor pearl nor diamond
    Would pay my debt to thee.
    But even thy kiss denies
    Upon 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 you
    My 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, thou fairest one,
    Unplighted yet to me,
    Uncertain of thine own
    I gave my heart to thee.
    That untold early love
    I leave untold to-day,
    My lips in whisper move
    Farewell to ...!
    Far away, far away.

    Farewell I breathe again
    To dim New England's shore,
    My heart shall beat not when
    I pant for thee no more.
    In yon green palmy isle,
    Beneath the tropic ray,
    I murmur never while
    For thee and thine I pray;
    Far away, far away.



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