ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR

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BEAUTIES OF BYRON.

VERSE.

GOOD NIGHT TO ENGLAND.

VOL. II.

ADIEU, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native Land-Good Night!

A few short hours and he will rise
To give the morrow birth ;
And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,

Its hearth is desolate;

Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;
My dog howls at the gate.

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