“As slow our ship”

As slow our ship her foamy track   Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still looked back   To that dear isle ’t was leaving. So loath we part from all we love,   From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts, as on we rove,   To those we ’ve left behind us! When, round the bowl, of vanished years   We talk with joyous seeming,— With smiles that might as well be tears,   So faint, so sad their beaming; While memory brings us back again   Each early tie that twined us, O, sweet ’s the cup that circles then   To those we ’ve left behind us! And when, in other climes, we meet   Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet,   And naught but love is wanting; We think how great had been our bliss   If Heaven had but assigned us To live and die in scenes like this,   With some we ’ve left behind us! As travellers oft look back at eve   When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave   Still faint behind them glowing,— So, when the close of pleasure’s day   To gloom hath near consigned us, We turn to catch one fading ray   Of joy that ’s left behind us.