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 THE EMIGRANTS FAREWELL TO HIS COUNTRY.

I go, my native land, far o'er &emsp;The solitary sea, To regions, where the very stars &emsp;Of Heaven will strangers be,

To some untrodden wilderness &emsp;Of Australasia's land,— A home, which man has here denied, &emsp;I seek at God's own hand.

I have a mother, ill and poor, &emsp;A father, too, in years, And have no parting gift for them, &emsp;No! nothing save my tears.

I leave them in a busy town, &emsp;Where pale mechanics toil In irksome manufactories, &emsp;Shut from the sun and soil.

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