SELECT POEMS. Farewell to England. OH! land of my fathers and mine, The joys and the hopes which thou gavest! Dear mother of Freedom! farewell! Did I love?-Be my witness, high heaven! Be the memory expunged by my tears! The moment of rapture how bright, The herald of darkness and care. Recollections of tenderness gone, Where where shall my heart find repose? Could I trace out that fabulous stream, Hath wine an oblivious power? Can it pluck out the sting from the brain? Can distance or time heal the heart If I rush to the ultimate pole, The zephyr of eve, as it flies, Will whisper her voice in mine ear, And still in the dreams of the day, Hence, vain, fleeting images,-hence! Did I swear on the altar of Heaven Did she give back the vows I had given, If I err'd for a moment from love, Kiss'd the heart I had wounded, and strove Did I bend, who had ne'er bent before? And pride was too weak to withstand. Then why should one frailty, like mine, The faith and affection of years? Was it well, between anger and love, And, ah! was it well, when I knelt, Then, when the dear pledge of our love That bosom, so callous and chill, So treacherous to love and to me; That ear which was open to all, Those accents which fiends would enthral, |