A Farewel To America to Mrs. S. W.

ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
  Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
  And tempt the roaring main.

In vain for me the flow'rets rise,
  And boast their gaudy pride,
While here beneath the northern skies
  I mourn for health deny'd.

Celestial maid of rosy hue,
  O let me feel thy reign!
I languish till thy face I view,
  Thy vanish'd joys regain.

Susanna mourns, nor can I bear
  To see the crystal show'r,
Or mark the tender falling tear
  At sad departure's hour;

Not unregarding can I see
  Her soul with grief opprest:
But let no sighs, no groans for me,
  Steal from her pensive breast.

In vain the feather'd warblers sing,
  In vain the garden blooms,
And on the bosom of the spring
  Breathes out her sweet perfumes.

While for Britannia's distant shore
  We sweep the liquid plain,
And with astonish'd eyes explore
  The wide-extended main.

Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!
  Complacent and serene,
With Hebe's mantle o'er her Frame,
  With soul-delighting mein.

To mark the vale where London lies
  With misty vapours crown'd,
Which cloud Aurora's thousand dyes,
  And veil her charms around.

Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?
  So slow thy rising ray?
Give us the famous town to view,
  Thou glorious king of day!

For thee, Britannia, I resign
  New-England's smiling fields;
To view again her charms divine,
  What joy the prospect yields!

But thou! Temptation hence away,
  With all thy fatal train,
Nor once seduce my soul away,
  By thine enchanting strain.

Thrice happy they, whose heav'nly shield
  Secures their souls from harms,
And fell Temptation on the field
  Of all its pow'r disarms!

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Submitted on May 13, 2011



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