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SONNET IV.
[Farewell, gay France! my pilgrimage hath end]
Farewell, gay France! my pilgrimage hath end:Yet will I oft in thought return to thee,
Fair land of mirth, of smiles, and courtesy;
Where every grace of polished life doth blend.
Rude Scotia's gentle Queen! I now forgive,
And understand her parting tears; my mind
Shapes her fair form on the rough deck reclined,
Far thence from France, and known delights to live;
Bidding to all she lov'd a last adieu.
Well might her then unspotted spirit stay
And gaze, till hope grew faint, while died away
Those happy shores; as now I do review,
Gay land, those pleasures flown, leaving thy shore;
Perchance, like her, to breathe thy joys no more.
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