Isle of Beauty

Isle of Beauty.
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Shades of evening close not o’er us
Leave our lonely barque awhile:
Morn, alas, will not restore Da
Yonder oim and distant isle.
Still my fancy can discover
Sunny spots where friends may dwell;
Darker shadows round us hover.
Isle of Beauty, “fare thee well.”

“Tis the hour when happy faces
Smile around the taper’s light;
Who will lil our vacant places?
Who will sing our songs tonight?
Thro’ the mist that floats above above us,
Faintly sounds the vesper bell.
Like a volce from those around us,
Breathing fondly “fare thee well.”

When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my ere in vain is seeking
Some green spot to rest upon,
What would I not give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Isle of Beauty, “fare thee well.”