TO MY BROTHER, ON HIS LEAVING ENGLAND.
By The Author of "Ahab."
(For the Mirror.)
Wherever your fortune may lead you to roam,
Forget not, young exile, the land of your home;
Let it ever be present to memory's eye,
'Tis the place where the bones of your fore-father's lie.
Let the thought of it ever your comforter be,
For no spot on this earth like your home can you see.