[Editor: A poem published in The Southern Australian, 5 January 1841.]
Song of Remembrance.
O, calm be the slumbers that sweetly impart
Soft visions of home to the sea wearied heart;
How oft have I hail’d each fond dream, as it cast
Short glimpses of home round the scenes that were past!
And sighed at the morning’s returning, to find
Home, country, and comrades were distant behind,
While a feeling of loneliness, transient, tho’ true,
Bled the deep wounds of parting and friendship anew.
What distance can alter, what change can erase,
From the mind’s beloved record, each long-endear’d face?
Or limit of moments, of seasons, or years,
Can unvalue the friends we remember with tears?
Sure this life were a desert, a lone weary spot,
Should the pleasures and days that are gone be forgot;
And friendship a prelude to parting and pain,
If we met not, when severed, in slumber again!
Henry H. B.
The Southern Australian (Adelaide, SA), 5 January 1841, p. 10 (4th page of that issue)
[Editor: Corrected “lonliness” to “loneliness”.]