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Good-bye, Proud World.

OOD-BYE, proud world! I'm going home;

Thou art not my friend; I am not thine: Too long through weary crowds I roamA river ark on the ocean brine.

Too long I am toss'd like the driven foam But now, proud world, I'm going home.

Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace;

To upstart Wealth's averted eye;

To supple office, low and high;

To crowded halls; to court and street;

To frozen hearts, and hasting feet;
To those who go, and those who come,―
Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home.

I go to seek my own hearth-stone
Bosom'd in yon green hills alone;
A secret lodge in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies plann'd,
Where arches green, the livelong day

Echo the blackbird's roundelay,

And evil men have never trod

A spot that is sacred to thought and God.

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UNDERNEATH the sod, low lying, dark and drear,
Sleepeth one who left, in dying, sorrow here.

Yes, they're ever bending o'er her, eyes that weep;
Forms that to the cold grave bore her, vigils keep.

When the summer moon is shining, soft and fair,
Friends she loved in tears are twining chaplets there.

Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit, throned above;

Souls like thine, with God, inherit life and love.

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It is Good to be Here.

WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD.

METHINKS it is good to be here:

If thou wilt, let us build-but for whom?

Nor Elias nor Moses appear,

But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom,
The abode of the dead, and the place of the tomb.

Shall we build to Ambition? Ah! no;

Affrighted he shrinketh away;

For see! they would pin him below

To a small narrow cave, and begirt with cold clay,
To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey.

To Beauty? Ah! no; she forgets
The charms that she wielded before:

Nor knows the foul worm, that he frets

The skin which but yesterday fools could adore,
For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore.

Shall we build to the Purple of Pride,

The trappings which dizen the proud?

Alas! they are all laid aside,

And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd,

But the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the shroud.

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