A Farewel to America. ToMrs.S. W.

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A Farewel to America. To Mrs. S. W.

I

Adieu, New-England’s smiling meads,

Adieu, the flow’ry plain:

I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring,

And tempt the roaring main.

II

In vain for me the flow’rets rise,

And boast their gaudy pride,

While here beneath the northern skies

I mourn for health deny’d.

III

Celestial maid of rosy hue,

O let me feel thy reign!

I languish till thy face I view,

Thy vanish’d joys regain.

IV

Susanna mourns, nor can I bear

To see the crystal show’r,

Or mark the tender falling tear

At sad departure’s hour;

V

Not unregarding can I see

Her soul with grief opprest:

But let no sighs, no groans for me,

Steal from her pensive breast.

VI

In vain the feather’d warblers sing,

In vain the garden blooms,

And on the bosom of the spring

Breathes out her sweet perfumes,

VII

While for Britannia’s distant shore

We sweep the liquid plain,

And with astonish’d eyes explore

The wide-extended main.

VIII

Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!

Complacent and serene,

With Hebe’s mantle o’er her Frame,

With soul-delighting mein.

IX

To mark the vale where London lies

With misty vapours crown’d,

Which cloud Aurora’s thousand dyes,

And veil her charms around,

X

Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?

So slow thy rising ray?

Give us the famous town to view,

Thou glorious king of day!

XI

For thee, Britannia, I resign

New-England’s smiling fields;

To view again her charms divine,

What joy the prospect yields!

XII

But thou! Temptation hence away,

With all thy fatal train

Nor once seduce my soul away,

By thine enchanting strain.

XIII

Thrice happy they, whose heav’nly shield

Secures their souls from harms,

And fell Temptation on the field

Of all its pow’r disarms!