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| FAREWELL to the Land of the South! | |
| Farewell to the lovely clime, | |
| Where the sunny valleys smile in light, | |
| And the piny mountains climb! | |
| Farewell to her bright blue seas! | 5 |
| Farewell to her fervid skies! | |
| O, many and deep are the thoughts which crowd | |
| On the sinking heart, while it sighs, | |
| “Farewell to the Land of the South!” | |
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| As the look of a face beloved, | 10 |
| Was that bright land to me! | |
| It enchanted my sense, it sank on my heart | |
| Like music’s witchery! | |
| In every kindling pulse | |
| I felt the genial air, | 15 |
| For life is life in that sunny clime, | |
| ’T is death of life elsewhere: | |
| Farewell to the Land of the South! | |
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| The poet’s splendid dreams | |
| Have hallowed each grove and hill, | 20 |
| And the beautiful forms of ancient Faith | |
| Are lingering round us still. | |
| And the spirits of other days, | |
| Invoked by fancy’s spell, | |
| Are rolled before the kindling thought, | 25 |
| While we breathe our last farewell | |
| To the glorious Land of the South! | |
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| A long, a last adieu, | |
| Romantic Italy! | |
| Thou land of beauty and love and song, | 30 |
| As once of the brave and free! | |
| Alas for thy golden fields! | |
| Alas for thy classic shore! | |
| Alas for thy orange and myrtle bowers! | |
| I shall never behold them more,— | 35 |
| Farewell to the Land of the South! | |
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