Classic Poem

COME to thy forest home!
Hath not its solitude a charm for thee?
Then why an exile shouldst thou longer be? —
Could India's wealth allure thy heart to stay
For ever from these rustic scenes away?
Come to thy forest home!

Come to thy forest home!
Hast thou forgotten where the oak tree stood
In all its pride, the monarch of the wood?
Hast thou forgotten where the stately pine
Rocked in its giant arms the clust'ring vine?
Come to thy forest home!

Come to thy forest home!
Hath absence quenched the torch by mem'ry lit?
Canst thou thy cottage by the brook forget?
Where days and years drag heavily away,
And e'en the echoes chide thy long delay.
Come to thy forest home!