As a dog might, or child, to touch your hand,
Or pluck your gown, and humbly mind you so
Of presence and affection."
"There is no farewell to scenes like thine." From the depths of every heart in our company comes the trembling "God bless you, England!"
SCOTLAND.
"Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love: