From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto IV, XXXVIII)

Since he who looks upon a glorious day
Expiring on the threshold of the West,
Must breathe a thoughtful wish to be away;
And feel within him dying unexprest
The seer-voiced longings of the heart’s unrest;
May we not trust that, in the evermore, 
A friendlier clime awaits the pensive breast;
May we not hope to reach a father shore,
And catch the billows listing where they cease to roar?

Credit

From Twasinta's Seminoles; or, Rape of Florida (Nixon-Jones Printing Co., 1885) by Albery A. Whitman. This poem is in the public domain.