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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell To England (A Ballad For The Emigrant)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, farewell! - not lightly, nor gladly,<br>Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!<br>Hope may be smiling, but Memory sadly <br>Weeps for awhile in the penitent's cell:<br>Yet, O my country! I dare not regret thee;<br>Providence calls me to come from thy shore;<br>And, though my spirit shall never forget thee,<br>England, farewell! - I return nevermore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go to replenish the earth, and subdue it,-<br>Seek a new country,- seek a new home;'<br>Never shall doubtfulness make my heart rue it; <br>God will be with me, wherever I roam!<br>Duty, and zeal, and need, and ambition,<br>Drove and persuaded my faith to go forth,-<br>And, if I fail in my emigrant mission,<br>Lo! I will fail at the ends of the earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, farewell! With Goodness to guide me,<br>Pilgrim and stranger, I sail for the South,-<br>Trusting in Covenant Love to provide me<br>Food for the spirit, as food for the mouth:<br>Hope be my beacon, and Hope be my anchor,<br>Fixing my way-weary steps on a soil<br>Kind, and uncurst by poverty's canker,<br>Fresh to my foot, and free to my toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, for the Thames is my clear Yarra-Yarra;<br>There, in bright Melbourne my London shall be;<br>There, far away, shall the wild Illawarra<br>Smile as the Devonshire valleys for me!<br>There shall my flocks -<br>my<br>flocks, not another's,-<br>Pasture on hills that are sprinkled with gold;<br>There, among neighbours, all freemen and brothers,<br>May I grow better, and live to grow old!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, in the midst of plentiful blessing,<br>Let me be gratefully zealous, and win<br>Souls to the Lord, from the lust of possessing,<br>Sons to be free, from the servants of sin;-<br>There, though I came a poor pilgrim and stranger,<br>Round the rich patriarch children shall dwell,-<br>Therefore, to poverty, trouble, and danger,<br>To these, as to thee, dear old England, farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Martin+Farquhar+Tupper">Martin Farquhar Tupper</a><div class=q>
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Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!
Hope may be smiling, but Memory sadly 
Weeps for awhile in the penitent's cell:
Yet, O my country! I dare not regret thee;
Providence calls me to come from thy..."></div>
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