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Oh Lady ! when I left tlie share,

The distant shore, which gave me birth,

I hardly thought to grieve once more.

To quit a ' ur spot on earth;

Yet here, amidst this barren isle,

Where panting Nature droops the head,Where only thou art seen to smile,

I view my parting hour with dread.

• Though far from Albin’s craggy shore,

Divided by the dark-blue main!

A few, brief, rolling seasons"o’er,

Perchance I view her cliffs again:

But wheresoe’er t now may roam ,

Through scorching clime, and varied sea,Though Time restore me to my home,

I 4 ne’er shall bend mine eyes on thee:

On thee, in whom at once conspire

All charms which heedless hearts can move,Whom but to sec is to admire,

And, oh! forgive the word — to love.Forgive the word, in one who ne’erWith such a word can more offend ;