CHAPTER I. LEAVING HOME. I. Let us sit upon this stone, II. Half a century has rolled, With its burdens manifold; Since I left my home so dear, And came a young adventurer here ; In the space of fifty years, Strange mutations, smiles and frowns, Oh what crowds have crossed the path To the rendezvous of death, Men so mighty in their day, Gone to nothingness away, What great teachers and their schools, That have faded from the sky; Gone like shadows all away. III. Fifty years have passed away, Fifty years this very day, Since I left at fortune's call, Friends and fatherland and all; I was then a happy boy, Earth a scene of hope and joy; Where I bade them all farewell. gowan IV. It was a lovely morn in spring, I came to bid them all adieu; And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, For oh! there is a nameless tie, Old monarchs on their thrones of air; |