By Samuel Thomson

But 鈥楩reedom鈥� gives the word; and lo, he braves

The furge and tempest, lighted by her ray.
And to a happier land wafts merrily away.
Beattie

I聽 FAREWELL! My dear, my much-lov鈥檇 native land!
For ether scenes on a far distant shore,
Where kind Columbian callies wide expand,
I now will dare the boist'rous ocean鈥檚 roar!

II聽 Accept dear isle! this last, my farewell song 鈥�
Full oft your Iowly glens have heard my lay:
But now oppression, with her cruel thong,
Relentless drives me from my home away!

III聽 Farewell! thou dear, thou kind paternal place,
Where I, an infant, first beheld the light!
Within whose doubly grateful, warm embrace,
I shelter鈥檇 joyous many a happy night.

IV聽聽 Adieu, ye oft frequented groves and hills!
Ye fertile fields, and flow鈥檙y meadows gay!
Ye rivers ample, and ye wand鈥檙ing rills,
That lonely tuneful thro鈥� your pebbles play!

V聽聽 How oft, at noon, on yonder dazied lea,
Would I, delighted, count the sunny hours,
List鈥檔ing attentive to the busy bee,
Humming amusive, thro鈥� the wanton flowers!

VI聽 No more the swains shall mark me musing stray,
These homely braes and vernal haunts among;
No more at dewy morn, or evening grey,
Contented listen to my artless song.

VII聽聽 Alas! my country! by insulting power,
It stings my soul to see you brought so low!
While * and your all devour, *聽
your children 鈥� dare not tell each other so!!!

* - In allusion to a late bill brought into Parliament, too well known to need any description here.

VIII聽聽 Adown your streets, erewhile the paths of peace,
The noxious gales of despotism rife!
Inflaming ignorance, in many a place,
To trample knowledge, and insult the wife!

IX聽聽 Ye free-born souls! who feel, - and feel aright,
Come, cross with me, the wide, Atlantic main:
With Heaven鈥檚 aid, we鈥檒l to the land of light,
And leave these ravagers the unpeopl鈥檇 plain!

X聽聽 There, far - extending, boundless prospects lie 鈥�
Sweet peace and liberty await us there;
Then why, my friends! my dear companions, why
Remain in voluntary fetters here?

XI聽聽 Ye yellow braes, and winding vallies low,
(From which, I one day ** thought I鈥檇 never stray)
And few remaining friends, that cannot go,
Shall have my prayer, when I am far away.

XII聽聽 When fell corruption quits the field to right,
And vi!e 鈥楢scendancy鈥�' foregoes its aim:
When lawless power, and discord take their flight
To shades infernal, whence at first they came.

XIII聽 What time Industry's gay rural train,
With rosy face unaw'd, their tasks resume,
And unmolested, o'er your jocund plain
Extend the tabors of the busy loom.

** See the contented Shepherd.

XIV聽聽 When wreath'd in Shamrock o鈥檈r your mountains green,
Majestic liberty is seen to smile:
When peace and joy inspire each village scene,
And songs of freedom chear my native Isle.

XV聽聽 Then, and then only, if the Fates agree,
Will I return to Erin's dear-lov'd shore:
Then glorious FREEDOM! Will I sing of thee
鈥楳ong native shades 鈥� nor wander any more.