"OH, THIS IS NOT MY HOME!"
Reading edition
By Charles P. Ilsley.
Oh, this is not my home— I miss the glorious sea, Its white and sparkling foam, And lofty melody.
All things seem strange to me— I miss the rocky shore, Where broke so sullenly The waves with deaf'ning roar:
The sands that shone like gold Beneath the blazing sun, O'er which the waters roll'd, Soft chanting as they run:
And oh, the glorious sight! Ships moving to and fro, Like birds upon their flight, So silently they go!
I climb the mountain's height, And sadly gaze around, No waters meet my sight, I hear no rushing sound.
Oh, would I were at home, Beside the glorious sea, To bathe within its foam And list its melody!