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ANOTHER,Written earlier.
Adieu to old England! adieu to my friends!
Though fortune and fame I pursue,
On thus looking around me, I cannot conceal,
How reluctant I bid them adieu!
Though fortune and fame I pursue,
On thus looking around me, I cannot conceal,
How reluctant I bid them adieu!
My heart sinks within me, I sigh to the gale,
Thus slowly receding from shore,
While fancy still whispers some terrible tale,
Ah, perhaps I may see it no more!
Thus slowly receding from shore,
While fancy still whispers some terrible tale,
Ah, perhaps I may see it no more!
There all that I love, that I value, remain,
That only awakens my fears,
For will the same spot its dear inmates contain,
On the lapse of two lingering years?
That only awakens my fears,
For will the same spot its dear inmates contain,
On the lapse of two lingering years?
