Ralph Waldo Emerson - Goodbye

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Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not 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 in yon green hills alone, — A secret nook in a plеasant land Whose groves the frolic fairiеs 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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- Ralph Waldo Emerson