Sadly borne across the waves

Tempo e' piu di Morire
lo ho tardato piu ch' î' non vorrei

Sadly borne across the waves
Hark! a voice from many graves,
Whispers-Come!
We for thee too long have waited,
Haste, before thou art belated,
To our home!
And the voice of my life's Lord,
Voice heard soon & aye adored,
Cries still-Come!
Canst thou stay, my gentle Bride,
I no longer at thy side, In our home?
Dark was this wild world to thee,
Till I, in youthful extasy,
Cried Come! Come!
Gladly we together fled
And across the sea we sped
To our home. Tender love & constancy
Formed our nuptial revelry
And welcome.
Ah! those days too quickly flew,
Till, enforced, I bade adieu
To our home.
Storm& Ocean bore me here,
Thou remainest, Mary dear,
Yet. Ah! Come!
Life is but a sickly dream,
Swiftly cross the turbid stream
To my home.
Never more will human love
Woes requite which thou must prove,
Why not come?
Never more in forest sweet
Will be built a fair retreat
For thy home.