128. The Farewell

 FAREWELL, old Scotia’s bleak domains,
Far dearer than the torrid plains,
 Where rich ananas blow!
Farewell, a mother’s blessing dear!
A borther’s sigh! a sister’s tear!
 My Jean’s heart-rending throe!
Farewell, my Bess! tho’ thou’rt bereft
 Of my paternal care.

A faithful brother I have left,
 My part in him thou’lt share!
 Adieu, too, to you too,
 My Smith, my bosom frien’;
 When kindly you mind me,
 O then befriend my Jean!


What bursting anguish tears my heart;
From thee, my Jeany, must I part!
 Thou, weeping, answ’rest—“No!”
Alas! misfortune stares my face,
And points to ruin and disgrace,
 I for thy sake must go!
Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear,
 A grateful, warm adieu:
I, with a much-indebted tear,
 Shall still remember you!
 All hail then, the gale then,
 Wafts me from thee, dear shore!
 It rustles, and whistles
 I’ll never see thee more!

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