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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 deemed 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 poured his last "Good Night."[1]

    his Pilgrimage in 1816. With reference to the confession, he writes (Canto III. stanza i. lines 6-9)—

    "... I depart,
    Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
    When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye."]

  1. [See Lord Maxwell's "Good Night" in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (Poetical Works, ii. 141, ed. 1834): "Adieu, madam, my mother dear," etc. [MS.]. Compare, too, Armstrong's "Good Night," ibid.—

    "This night is my departing night,
    For here nae langer mun I stay;
    There's neither friend nor foe of mine,
    But wishes me away.
    What I have done thro' lack of will,
    I never, never can recall;
    I hope ye're a' my friends as yet.
    Good night, and joy be with you all."]