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Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4242, 5 August 1882, Page 1

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GOOD BYE, PROUD WORLD!

BY RALPH WALDO BMEBSOX.

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend; lam not thine; Too long through weary crowds I roam— A river ai-k on tEe ocean brine; . . ' Too long I ani tossed like the driven foam; But, now, proud world, I'm going home! Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur with bis wiso grimace; To upstart Wealth's avorted eye, To supple Office, low and high ; - '. To crowded halls, to court and street, To frojsoii'hearts and hasting feet; To those who go and those who come, Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home! I go to sock my own. hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone; A secret lodge in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned, Whoro archps green tho livelong day Echo tho blackbird's roundelay, And evil men have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God.Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I mock at the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening stajr, so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and pride of man, At the sophist school, and the. learned clan; For, what aro they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet ?