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