And when they left gay Holyrood,
Their hearts were blithe, I trow,

No bosom rais'd th' embroider'd snood
That own'd a throb of woe.

But ere they did their steps retrace,
They blest their royal host,

The terror of the southern race,

And happy Scotland's boast.

FAREWELL.

THE winds distend the milk-white sails,

The seamen bless the welcome gales,
Which I would fain repel,

Since I no longer can delay,

In accents chok'd by sighs, to say,
Farewell, my love, farewell.

Compell❜d by fate severe, I roam
Far from the sacred joys of home,

In foreign climes to dwell;

And I must tear thee from my heart,

And we-Oh, worse than death! must part;

Farewell, my love, farewell

A liquid world is round me spread,

Dark clouds are gath'ring o'er my head,

The waves of ocean swell;

Yet I must leave thee, and pursue

My fortune, o'er the waters blue;
Farewell, my love, farewell.

Oh, hush that sigh, and dry that tear,
For happier days may soon appear,
And hope a tale can tell,

Which will console the troubl'd breast,

And sooth each anxious fear to rest;

Farewell, my love, farewell.

AZID'S COMPLAINT.

DEATH, why delay'st thou my sorrows to end?

Poor Azid is weary of life and its woes;
Ah, when to the valley of souls shall I wend,
And find in the dark grave unbroken repose?

'Tis night, and my fellows, with labour oppress'd,

In their cabins partake the refreshment of sleep,

But anguish forbids wretched Azid to rest,

He wakes at the sad tale of mem'ry to weep.

Yes, mem'ry reminds me of what I was once, And of scenes I am never to visit again,

Delights which 'twas far worse than death to

renounce,

Long lamented, alas, long lamented in vain.

And while with a glance retrospective I

view

The earlier happier moments of life,

The numberless wounds of my heart bleed

anew,

And my languishing spirit desponds in the strife.

O Africa! Africa! land of my birth,

Though the wild ocean roll between thee and

thy son,

I'll remember thee ever, belov`d native earth,

Till the irksome career of existence is run.