I go!—the echo of the rock a thousand songs may swell
When mine is a forgotten voice. Woods, mountains, home, farewell!
“And farewell, mother! I have borne in lonely silence long,
But now the current of my soul grows passionate and strong;
And I will speak! though but the wind that wanders through the sky,
And but the dark, deep-rustling pines and rolling streams reply.
Yes! I will speak! Within my breast, whate’er hath seem’d to be,
There lay a hidden fount of love that would have gush’d for thee!
Brightly it would have gush’d—but thou, my mother! thou hast thrown
Back on the forests and the wilds, what should have been thine own!