Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THULE NO MORE. A SONG OF LEAVE-TAKING. Tune— "The Hardy Norseman." Farewell to rocky hill and glen, Green isles and deep-voic'd shore, The stranger may return again, But we return no more. For gather'd now upon thy shore, An exile band are we, And nevermore, oh, nevermore, Our eyes may light on thee. Our limbs are strong, our hearts are brave, Nurs'd by the wild North Sea; A home we seek across the wave, Dear Thule, far from thee. But still, as in the days of yore, Thy children still are we, Thule no More. 31 Though nevermore, oh, nevermore Our eyes may light on thee. Thy tow'ring cliffs majestic rise From ocean depth below, And grander anthems fill thy skies Than human temples know. And in the vanish'd days of yore We listen'd reverently, Now nevermore, oh, nevermore Our eyes may light on thee. We see thee yet, dear island home, And strain our tear-dimm'd sight Across an angry sea of foam, Through gath'ring clouds of night. Farewell, farewell, thy fading shore Sinks in the North'rn Sea, And nevermore, oh, nevermore Our eyes may light on thee. THE PRINCESS OF THULE. Within the mighty city pining lay The fair young princess at the close of day; The glory in the west had lingered long, And touched the chords of memory and song. Oh fain would I flee from the strife and the din, Where hearts that were pure know the glamour of sin, And rough-shod men go where the roses are spread, But bare are the feet that the thorny way tread, And weary the hearts for the hopes that are dead. I see the lone land of the mist and the fell, The purple-clad vales where mine own people dwell, I hear their dear voices now calling to me— Oh, Thule, dear Thule ! my heart is with thee ; Oh, Thule, my island home over the s...