The Emigrant Ship Poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Far away, far away,
The emigrant ship must sail to-day:
Cruel ship,- to look so gay
Bearing the exiles far away.

Sad and sore, sad and sore,
Many a fond heart bleeds at the core:
Cruel dread,- to meet no more,
Bitter sorrow, sad and sore.

Many years, many years,
At best will they battle with perils and fears:
Cruel pilot,- for he steers
The exiles away for many years.

Long ago, long ago!
For the days that are gone their tears shall flow :
Cruel hour,- to tear them so
From all they cherish'd long ago.

Fare ye well, fare ye well!
To joy and to hope it sounds as a knell:
Cruel tale it were to tell
How the exile sighs farewell.

Far away, far away!
Is there indeed no hope to-day?
Cruel and false it were to say
There are no pleasures far away.

Far away, far away!
Every night and every day
Kind and wise it were to pray,
God be with them far away!