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The Farewell.—Anonymous.
“Mea patria, vale!”
“My native land, good night!”—
“My native land, good night!”—
My native land, adieu, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
I sail upon the waters blue,
Far, far away from thee:
Those scenes, to youth and hope so dear,
Which active childhood know,
Demand my last, my parting tear;
My native land, adieu!—
My course is o'er the sea:
I sail upon the waters blue,
Far, far away from thee:
Those scenes, to youth and hope so dear,
Which active childhood know,
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My native land, adieu!—
My native land, adieu, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
And yet a heart more fond, more true,
Sure never beat for thee!
O, I have joyed to see thy power,
Have wept thy crimes to view;
Affection claims my parting hour:
My native land, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
And yet a heart more fond, more true,
Sure never beat for thee!
O, I have joyed to see thy power,
Have wept thy crimes to view;
Affection claims my parting hour:
My native land, adieu!
My native land, adieu, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
Though distant climes I sail to view,
Still memory turns to thee:—
There, crowned with health, with peace and love
My early moments flew;
Sure these my fond affection prove:
My native land, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
Though distant climes I sail to view,
Still memory turns to thee:—
There, crowned with health, with peace and love
My early moments flew;
Sure these my fond affection prove:
My native land, adieu!
My native land, adieu, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
O, would that Heaven would guide me through,
And lead me back to thee!
But no,—a warning voice declares
My years—my days are few:
I go:—be thine my ardent prayers:
My native land, adieu!
My course is o'er the sea:
O, would that Heaven would guide me through,
And lead me back to thee!
But no,—a warning voice declares
My years—my days are few:
I go:—be thine my ardent prayers:
My native land, adieu!
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