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XII.

The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew,
As glad to waft him from his native home ;
And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
And soon were lost in circumambient foam :
And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
Repented he, but in his bosom slept
The silent thought, nor from his lips did come

One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.

But when the sun was sinking in the sea
He seized his harp, which he at times could string,
And strike, albeit with untaught melody,
When deem'd he no strange ear was listening :
And now his fingers o'er it he did fling,
And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight.
While flew the vessel on her snowy wing,

And fleeting shores receded from his sight,
Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night.”

1.

ADIEU, adieu ! my native shore

Fades o'er the waters blue ;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,

And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land-Good Night!

A few short hours and he will rise

To give the morrow birth ;
And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,

Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ;

My dog howls at the gate.

“ Come hither, hither, my little page ! 8

Why dost thou weep and wail ?
Or dost thou dread the billows' rage,

Or tremble at the gale !
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye;

Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly

More merrily along."9

“Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,

I fear not wave nor wind : 10
Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I

Am sorrowful in mind;
For I have from my father gone,

A mother whom I love,
And have no friend, save these alone,

But thee-and one above.

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“Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,12

Why dost thou look so pale ?
Or dost thou dread a French foeman ?

Or shiver at the gale ?”-
“Deem'st thou I tremble for my life?

Sir Childe, I'm not so weak; But thinking on an absent wife

Will blanch a faithful cheek.

7.

“My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,

Along the bordering lake,
And when they on their father call,

What answer shall she make ?”.
“Enough, enough, my yeoman good,

Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I, who am of lighter mood,

Will laugh to flee away.”

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8.

For who would trust the seeming sighs

Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes

We late saw streaming o'er.14 For pleasures past I do not grieve,

Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave

No thing that claims a tear. 15

9.

And now I'm in the world alone,

Upon the wide, wide sea :
But why should I for others groan,

When none will sigh for me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain,'

Till fed by stranger hands; But long ere I come back again

He'd tear me where he stands.

10.

With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go

Athwart the foaming brine ;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to

So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves !

And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves !

My native Land-Good Night !!?

XIV.

On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone,
And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay.
Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon,
New shores descried make every bosom gay ;
And Cintra’s mountain greets them on their way,
And Tagus dashing onward to the deep,
His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ;

And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap,
And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap.

XV.

Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land !
What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree !
What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand !
But man would mar them with an impious hand :
And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge
Gainst those who most transgress his high command,

With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge
Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge.18

XVI.

What beauties doth Lisboa first unfold ! 19
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold, 20
But now whereon a thousand keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford :
A nation swoln with ignorance and pride,

Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord.

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