Ah! for wings to soar, O'er the dark blue sea; Speeding from this exile shore, To live and die with thee. The year seems bright, when hope's soft star Shone out its light across our way; And every hill and vale afar Was gladdened by its ray. Ah! for one sweet word Whispered in mine ear; Stirring as it oft hath stirred My heart with memories dear. The years roll on, and hope one strong grows faint and weary with delay, Ah, me! how earnestly I long to thee to fly away!
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