Ye shores of England, as ye fast recede The pain of parting rends my weary breast. I must regret--yet there is little need That I should mourn, for only wild unrest...
Well, Douglas, I'm sorry you've got to be homing, Though I grant it's unwise to continue your roaming, But the evening's to spare ere you drop me astern,...
When the path of my life Lay through trouble and strife, And temptation encompassed me round, As a light in the shade Thou wast sent to mine aid; And a harbour of refuge was found. ...