For sixteen years, a merry, laughing maiden, <br />I have warbl'd only songs of joy; <br />And in this heart, so very lightly laden, <br />Happy thoughts have ever found employ. <br />But times will change! and now there comes a sorrow, <br />Which bids me ev'ry joy resign: <br /> <br />My Georgie sails for China seas tomorrow, <br />And he knows not yet that he is mine-- <br />My Georgie sails for China seas tomorrow, <br />And he knows not yet that he is mine-- <br /> <br />How should he know? 'twas from a dream awaking, <br />When they told me he and I must part; <br />For not until the tie was nearly breaking, <br />Had I felt its tendrils on my heart. <br />These lips are seal'd--I cannot tell my sorrow, <br />And hope must die without a sign: <br /> <br />Oh, who can tell the fearful scenes of danger, <br />And the hardships Georgie dear must know! <br />On stormy seas, in foreign lands a stranger, <br />Oh, I cannot, cannot let him go! <br />My heart will break! where shall I patience borrow, <br />For months thro' which I can but pine? <br /> <br />The last farewell--that solemn word is spoken, <br />And my spirit trembles with its thrill; <br />His manly tones, by deep emotion broken, <br />In my inmost soul are ringing still. <br />But strange, wild joy is mingled with my sorrow, <br />And smiles among my tear-drops shine: <br /> <br />My Georgie sails for China seas to-morrow, <br />But he knows--he knows that he is mine. <br />My Georgie sails for China seas to-morrow, <br />But he knows--he knows that he is mine.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/georgie-sails-to-morrow/
