As Slow Our Ship.

As slow our ship her foamy track
    Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back
    To that dear isle 'twas leaving.
So loathe we part from all we love.
    From all the links that bind us;
So turn our hearts as on we rove,
    To those we've left behind us.

When, round the bowl, of vanished years
    We talk, with joyous seeming,--
With smiles that might as well be tears,
    So faint, so sad their beaming;
While memory brings us back again
    Each early tie that twined us,
Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then
    To those we've left behind us.

And when, in other climes, we meet
    Some isle, or vale enchanting,
Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet,
    And naught but love is wanting;
We think how great had been our bliss,
    If heaven had but assigned us
To live and die in scenes like this,
    With some we've left behind us!

As travellers oft look back at eve,
    When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave
    Still faint behind them glowing,--
So, when the close of pleasure's day
    To gloom hath near consigned us,
We turn to catch one fading ray
    Of joy that's left behind us.