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Oft will they turn towards the West,

And think of where his glories rest.

Farewell! And in that distant Isle,

When sighs the ocean-breeze,
If these wild lays may e'er beguile

Thy twilight reveries,
Enough; we have no higher claim
Than Friendship's unobtrusive fame.

Life is an ocean wide and waste,

But, ʼmid the stormy deep,
A few green isles by rocks embraced,

In memory's sunshine sleep.
There find some wandering thoughts a home,
And thither Fancy loves to roam.

Joys past away and friendships old

Have still a name and dwelling there ; And there thy name shall be enroll’d,

Till other waves thy bark shall bear

To climes beyond that crimson West,
The happy isles where spirits rest.

C.

YET, ere that distant shore thou reach,

Whence none have travelld ever,

Its tale of mystery to teach

Oh, ere such distance sever, May'st thou behold thy native beach

Once more, and leave it never,

Till angels minister for thee,
In passing to eternity!

Peace be upon the ocean-deeps,

And stay their tumult frantic,Peace such as Heaven in mercy keeps,

Till o'er the wide Atlantic,

Thou safely pass the rocky steeps,

And gain those Isles romantic,
Where Hope shall fondly rest, and dream
Of thy return, till truth it seem.

Thou shalt return! Till then farewell!

And oh, when on the ocean,
Thy bark safe o'er the surging swell

Js bound with homeward motion,

If in this heart no pulse shall tell

Of friendship's fond devotion, Still may its power my spirit share

Above, and wait to meet thee there!

E.

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