STANZAS WRITTEN ON LEAVING un....
... STANZAS WRITTEN ON LEAVING I cannot but remember such things were, And were most dear to me. Farewell to the beauty That dwells on thy hills; Farewell to the coolness That breathes from thy rills Farewell to the blossoms That brighten thy trees, And farewell to the fragrance They fling on the breeze. When the strength of the billow Shall toss me on high, And the frown of the tempest Shall ...