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MirklandsGood bye, proud world! I'm going home,Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; Long I've been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world! I'm going home. I am going to my own hearth stone Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home. |