A LAPLANDER'S FAREWELL TO THE SETTING SUN.

Adieu thou beauteous orb, adieu,

Thy fading light scarce meets my view,

Thy golden tints reflected still

Beam mildly on my native hill:

Thou goest in other lands to shine,

Hail'd and expected by a numerous line,

Whilst many days and many months must pass

Ere thou shall'st bless us with one closing glance.

My cave must now become my lowly home,

Nor can I longer from its precincts roam,

Till the fixed time that brings thee back again

With added splendour to resume thy reign.