The Australian Emigrant

How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,     When Australia first rose in the distance away,     As welcome to us on the deck of the bark,     As the dove to the vision of those in the ark!     What fairylike fancies appeard to the view     As nearer and nearer the haven we drew!     What castles were built and rebuilt in the brain,     To totter and crumble to nothing again!     We had roamd oer the ocean had traversd a path,     Where the tempest surrounded and shriekd in its wrath:     Alike we had rolld in the hurricanes breath,     And slumberd on waters as silent as death:     We had watchd the Day breaking each morn on the main,     And had seen it sink down in the billows again;     For week after week, till disheartend we thought     An age would elapse ere we enterd the port.     How often while ploughing the watery waste,     Our thoughts from the Future have turnd to the Past;     How often our bosoms have heavd with regret;     For faces and scenes we could never forget:     For wed seen as the shadows oer-curtaind our minds     The cliffs of old England receding behind;     And had turned in our tears from the view of the shore,     The land of our childhood, to see it no more.     But when that red morning awoke from its sleep,     To show us this land like a cloud on the deep;     And when the warm sunbeams imparted their glow,     To the heavens above and the ocean below;     The hearts had been aching then revelld with joy,     And a pleasure was tasted exempt from alloy;     The souls had been heavy grew happy and light     And all was forgotten in present delight.     Tis true of the hopes that were verdant that day     There is more than the half of them withered away:     Tis true that emotions of temperd regret,     Still live for the country well never forget;     But yet we are happy, since learning to love     The scenes that surround us the skies are above,     We find ourselves bound, as it were by a spell,     In the clime weve adopted contented to dwell.