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The Exile of Cloudland.

I.

WHEN I was a dweller in Cloudland,
I dwelt in a rich and proud land;

I was lord of the clime,

I was king of the time;

And the sun and the shower,
The leaf and the flower,

All came to my bidding in Cloudland.

II.

I was monarch supreme in my Cloudland,
I was master of fate in that proud land;
I would not endure

That a grief without cure,

A love that could end,

Or a false-hearted friend,

Should dwell for an instant in Cloudland.

III.

My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland,

I made thee a great and a proud land;
With skies ever bright,

And with hearts ever light;

Neither sorrow nor sin

Found a harbour within,

And Love was the law of my Cloudland.

IV.

But, alas for myself and my proud land!
There came Revolution in Cloudland;

My people, untrue,

Broke my sceptre in two,

And, false to their vow,

Took the crown from my brow,

And banished me far from my Cloudland.

V.

My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland !
How happy was I in that proud land!
All the wisdom I've won

Since my realm was undone,

Is but poor to repay

What I lost in the day

When I turned my last looks upon Cloudland.

VI.

O, ye thoughts and ye feelings of Cloudland !
Ye died when I quitted that proud land!

I wander discrowned,

On a bare chilly ground!

An exile forlorn,

Weary, weary, and worn,

Never more to revisit my Cloudland.

MACKAY.

Gather ye Rose-buds.

GATHER ye Rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a getting;
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time;

And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

HERRICK.

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