TO AN INTIMATE FRIEND,
ON HIS DEPARTURE FOR ENGLAND.

FAREWELL, my dear friend, since the sail is un­furled
That bears thee away to thine own native world,
May the soft winds of heaven smoothly blow o’er the wave,
And waft thee in peace to the land of the brave.
May pleasure each day on thy footsteps attend,

Each morning of life in contentment descend;
May sorrow, whose tears in an orb such as this
Too often are mixed with our goblets of bliss,
Ne’er cloud thy bright hopes with her dark gloomy shade,
Nor misfortune thy heart’s dearest wishes invade;

Then as round thee the full tide of happiness flows,
Thy home mid enjoyment, thy heart mid repose, [Page 141]
Thy partner beside thee to share in thy joy,
No grief to distress, and no care to annoy;
Thy dear little children reclined on each knee,

Whose sweet lisping prattle endears them to thee;
Should memory revert to this far distant scene,
Where ocean’s broad waves roll their terrors be­tween,
Should remembrance exciting a soft tender tear,
That, falling, might say would that Goldie were here;

Oh! breathe but a sigh for my welfare and fame,
And cherish the thought that awakens my name;
That sigh and that thought long will pleasure im­part,
And, like witchery’s spell, fondly cling round my heart. [Page 142]