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ON THE DEPARTURE OF A FRIEND TO LISBON FOR
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XXI. ON THE DEPARTURE OF A FRIEND TO LISBON FOR THE RECOVERY OF HER HEALTH.
Nov. 1813.
Thou freshest spirit, that on Lisbon's shoreDidst shake health-breathing airs so cheerily
From thy soft wing, as oft the murmuring bee
Scatters the full-blown rose,—the cannon's roar
Scared thee, mild spirit! and the flood of gore,
Tinging the bosom of thy heaving sea,
Defiled thy snowy feet, and thou didst flee
From ills thou could'st not cure and must deplore.
War's demons are gone by. Thy lovely strand
Is purified. Oh spirit thither bend
Thine airy flight, and wave thy healing wand
O'er yon fair form where grace and virtue blend!
Then proudly waft her to her native land—
Her, loved and blest, the mother, wife and friend.
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