Wanderings
Ere yet I left home’s youthful shrine,
My heart and hope were stored
Where first I caught the rays divine,
And drank the Eternal Word.
I went afar; the world unroll’d
Her many-pictured page;
I stored the marvels which she told,
And trusted to her gage.
Her pleasures quaff’d, I sought awhile
The scenes I prized before;
But parent’s praise and sister’s smile
Stirr’d my cold heart no more.
So ever sear, so ever cloy
Earth’s favours as they fade;
Since Adam lost for one fierce joy
His Eden’s sacred shade.
Off the Lizard. December 8, 1832.