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Ralph Waldo Emerson - Good-byeRalph Waldo Emerson - Good-bye
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Good-bye, proud world! I`m going home; Thou art my friend, and I`m not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I`ve been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I`m going home. Good-bye to Flattery`s fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth`s averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I`m going home. I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed to yon green hills alone,— A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird`s roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
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