The Exile of Cloudland. I. WHEN I was a dweller in Cloudland, I was lord of the clime, I was king of the time; And the sun and the shower, All came to my bidding in Cloudland. II. I was monarch supreme in my Cloudland, That a grief without cure, A love that could end, Or a false-hearted friend, Should dwell for an instant in Cloudland. III. My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland, I made thee a great and a proud land; And with hearts ever light;- Found a harbour within, And Love was the law of my Cloudland. IV. But, alas for myself and my proud land! Broke my sceptre in two, And, false to their vow, Took the crown from my brow, And banished me far from my Cloudland. V. My Cloudland, my beautiful Cloudland ! Since my realm was undone, Is but poor to repay What I lost in the day When I turned my last looks upon Cloudland. VI. O, ye thoughts and ye feelings of Cloudland! I wander discrowned, On a bare chilly ground! An exile forlorn, Weary, weary, and worn, Never more to revisit my Cloudland. MACKAY. Gather ye Rose-buds. GATHER ye Rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The sooner will his race be run, That age is best, which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: HERRICK. |