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| FAREWELL, my more than fatherland! | |
| Home of my heart and friends, adieu! | |
| Lingering beside some foreign strand, | |
| How oft shall I remember you! | |
| How often, o’er the waters blue, | 5 |
| Send back a sigh to those I leave, | |
| The loving and beloved few, | |
| Who grieve for me,—for whom I grieve! | |
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| We part!—no matter how we part, | |
| There are some thoughts we utter not, | 10 |
| Deep treasured in our inmost heart, | |
| Never revealed, and ne’er forgot! | |
| Why murmur at the common lot? | |
| We part!—I speak not of the pain,— | |
| But when shall I each lovely spot | 15 |
| And each loved face behold again? | |
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| It must be months,—it may be years,— | |
| It may—but no!—I will not fill | |
| Fond hearts with gloom,—fond eyes with tears, | |
| “Curious to shape uncertain ill.” | 20 |
| Though humble,—few and far,—yet, still | |
| Those hearts and eyes are ever dear; | |
| Theirs is the love no time can chill, | |
| The truth no chance or change can sear! | |
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| All I have seen, and all I see, | 25 |
| Only endears them more and more; | |
| Friends cool, hopes fade, and hours flee, | |
| Affection lives when all is o’er! | |
| Farewell, my more than native shore! | |
| I do not seek or hope to find, | 30 |
| Roam where I will, what I deplore | |
| To leave with them and thee behind! | |
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