Page:Felicia Hemans in New Year's Gift, 1830.pdf/2



I. O'er the far blue mountain, O'er the white sea foam, Come thou long-parted one, Back to thy home. When the bright fire shineth, Sad looks thy place, While the true heart pineth, Missing thy face. O'er the far blue mountain, O'er the white sea foam, Come thou long-parted one! Back to thy home!

II. Music is sorrowful, Since thou art gone— Sisters are mourning thee, Come to thine own! Hark! The home-voices call Back to thy rest; Come to thy father's hall, Thy mother's breast! O'er the far blue mountain, O'er the white sea foam, Come thou long-parted one, Back to thy home!