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And when to England bound once more,
I shall with fond impatience burn,
Will not some others on the shore
As fondly look for my return!

O! let me of your kindness hear!
Repeat the strain as I depart!
It swells like music on my ear,
It falls like balm upon my heart.

Aug. 21, 1804