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A FAREWELL TO AMERICA.
To Mrs. S.W.
Adieu, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain;
I leave thine opening 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 denied.
Celestial maid of rosy hue,
Oh let me feel thy reign!
I languish till thy face I view,
Thy vanished joys regain.
Susannah mourns, nor can I bear
To see the crystal shower,
Or mark the tender falling tear,
At sad departure's hour;
Nor 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 feathered warblers sing,
In vain the garden blooms,
