<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Traveller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis sweet to think of home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from my native clime, <br>Mid lonely vallies pensive far I roam, <br>Mid rocks and hills where waters roll sublime, <br>'Tis sweet to think of home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My retrospective gaze <br>Bounds on a dark horizon far behind, <br>But yet the stars of homely pleasures blaze <br>And glimmer on my mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When pealing thunders roll, <br>And ruffian winds howl, threat'ning life with gloom, <br>To Heaven's kind hand I then commit the whole, <br>And smile to think of home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But cease, my pensive soul, <br>To languish at departure's gloomy shrine; <br>Still look in front and hail the joyful goal, <br>The pleasure teeming line. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When on the deep wide sea <br>I wander, sailing mid the swelling foam, <br>Tost from the land by many a long degree, <br>O, then I think of thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never shall forget <br>The by-gone pleasures of my native shore, <br>Until the sun of life forbears to set, <br>And pain is known no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When nature seems to weep, <br>And life hangs trembling o'er the watery tomb, <br>Hope lifts her peaceful sail to brave the deep, <br>And bids me think of home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My favorite pigeon rest, <br>Nor on the plane of sorrow drop thy train, <br>But on the bough of hope erect thy nest, <br>Till friends shall meet again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though in the hermit's cell, <br>Where eager friends to cheer me fail to come, <br>Where Zeph'rus seems a joyless tale to tell, <br>No thought is sweet but home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397040" data-title="The Traveller de George Moses Horton" data-description="'Tis sweet to think of home. When from my native clime, Mid lonely vallies pensive far I roam, Mid rocks and hills where waters roll sublime, 'Tis sweet to think of home. My retrospective gaze Bounds on a dark horizon far behind, But yet t..."></div> </div> </div>

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