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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Emigrant
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FAREWELL, ah, happy shades! ah, scenes belov`d,
	Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours!
	Where oft in childhood`s happy days I rov`d,
	Thro` forest-walks, and wild secluded bow`rs!

	Far from your woods, and sweet romantic glades,
	A wand`ring emigrant I`m doom`d to roam,
	Yet oft will memory, ling`ring in your shades,
	Recal the dear, regretted charms of home!

	Her magic pencil oft shall fondly trace
	The mournful pictures of departed joy;
	To ev`ry image give a pensive grace,
	Which time may soften—but can ne`er destroy.

	Ah! scenes belov`d! again delightful spring
	In vernal beauty decks your smiling vales;
	With balmy odour scents the zephyr`s wing,
	And wafts from heav`n the soft Favonian gales.

	With transport once, to hail her blest return,
	I tun`d my artless reed, my numbers wild,
	Then all was new in life`s bewitching morn,
	And hope—ah, fair enchantress! gaily smil`d.

	Oh! then, what airy visions of delight,
	Beguil`d my youthful heart in ev`ry grove;
	Deluding fancy pictur`d to my sight
	The fairy-land of happiness and love!

	But now, for me in vain the flow`rs expand,
	And leaves unfolding, dress the woods anew;
	I go, a wanderer, to some distant land,
	And bid my native hills—a last adieu!

	Farewell the hermit-cell, the lov`d retreat,
	The cottage mantled o`er with clustering vine;
	Where mild content had found a tranquil seat,
	And peace and calm domestic joys were mine.

	Dear, lovely scenes! how oft, at dawn of day,
	My pipe has wak`d your mountain-echoes sound;
	How oft at evening`s hour I lov`d to stray,
	Beside the river`s bank, with osiers crown`d.

	Ye woodland-streams, ye peaceful, happy shades,
	Oft on your charms will pensive memory dwell;
	Ah, native vales! ah, sweet embow`ring glades,
	Scenes of my early youth!—a last farewell!
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