Mirklands - Summoning

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;

Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam

But now, 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 pleasant land

Whose groves the frolic fairies planned

Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face

To Grandeur, with his wise grimace

To frozen hearts, and hasting feet

To those who go, and those who come

Good-bye, proud world, I’m going home