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A FAREWELL HYMN

TO THE VALLEY OF IRWAN.

Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale,
My infant years where Fancy led;
And sooth'd me with the western gale,
Her wild dreams waving round my head,
While the blythe blackbird told his tale.
Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale!
The primrose on the valley's side,
The green thyme on the mountain's head,
The wanton rose, the daisy pied,
The wilding's blossom blushing red;
No longer I their sweets inhale.
Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale!
How oft, within yon vacant shade,
Has ev'ning clos'd my careless eye!
How oft, along those bands, I've stray'd,
And watch'd the wave that wander'd by!
Full long their loss shall I bewail.
Farewell the fields of Irwan's vale!

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Yet still, within yon vacant grove,
To mark the close of parting day;
Along yon flow'ry banks to rove,
And watch the wave that winds away;
Fair Fancy sure shall never fail,
Tho' far from these, and Irwan's vale!