html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }H! come and view these scenes so fair,
These rocky heights, yon foaming main;
Oh, come and breathe this balmy air,
Which sheds new life through every vein.
Oh, come! we'll roam o'er hill and dale;
We'll climb the rugged mountain's side,
And watch the distant sparkling sail
Gleam brightly o'er the heaving tide.
For well I know thine eye can gaze
With joy on ocean's boundless waste,
And loves to mark the evening rays
Shine calmly on his waveless breast.
And then by yonder sea-beat shore,
Where rocks and mountains frown around,
We'll hearken to the billows' roar,
And linger still to catch the sound.
That awful sound, that ceaseless roll,
Which since this world to being rose,
Has echoed on from pole to pole,
And willy till time itself shall close.
Then come, then come! I long with thee
To gaze on Nature's face once more;
For well may I desire to see
Those days again I've seen before.
But soon I trust the day will come,
When thou with us again shalt dwell,
Though thine is now a distant home,
Far, far away: till then, farewell.
E.