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Goodbye proud world... I'm going home

Thou art not my friend... and I'm not thine

Long through the waery browds I roam

A rivers ark on the ocean brine

Long I have been tossed like a driven foam

But now proud world, I'm going home

Goodbye to flattery's face... to grandeuer with his wise grimace

To upstart wealths everted eye... to supple office low and high

To crowded halls, to courts and street

To frozen hearts, and hasting feat

To those who go, and those who will come

Goodbye proud world, I'm going home

I am going to my own hearth stone

Bossomed in your green hills

Alone a secret nook... in a pleasant land

Whose groves the frolic fairies planned

Where arches green the live long day

Where goes the blackbirds roundelay

And vulgar feet have never trod

A spot that is sacred... to talk with God

Oh, when I'm safe in my sylvian home

I'll cherish the times left alone

And when I'm stretched beneath the pines

Where the evening star so holy shines

I laugh at the lore and pride of man

At the sophist schools... and their learned clan

For what they are in their high conceit

Where man in the bush with God will meet... I'm that man

Goodbye proud world... I'm going home

Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Long through the weary crowds I roam... long I have been tossed

But no longer... for Lord I love thee