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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit.  1904.
 
I. Patriotism
The Exile’s Song
Robert Gilfillan (1798–1850)
 
OH! why left I my hame?
  Why did I cross the deep?
Oh! why left I the land
  Where my forefathers sleep?
I sigh for Scotia’s shore,        5
  And I gaze across the sea,
But I canna get a blink
  O’ my ain countrie.
 
The palm-tree waveth high,
  And fair the myrtle springs;        10
And, to the Indian maid,
  The bulbul sweetly sings.
But I dinna see the broom
  Wi’ its tassels on the lee,
Nor hear the lintie’s sang        15
  O’ my ain countrie.
 
Oh! here no Sabbath bell
  Awakes the Sabbath morn,
Nor song of reapers heard
  Among the yellow corn:        20
For the tyrant’s voice is here,
  And the wail of slaverie;
But the sun of freedom shines
  In my ain countrie.
 
There ’s a hope for every woe,        25
  And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys o’ our heart
  Come never back again.
There ’s a track upon the deep,
  And a path across the sea:        30
But the weary ne’er return
  To their ain countrie.
 
 
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