Summoning - Mirklands lyrics

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home, Thou 'rt 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.