IV.
Ye murmuring streams, whose winding way
Through flowery meads and woodlands lay,
And every limpid rill,
And all ye feathered tribes of air,
With voices sweet and plumage fair,
Accept my last farewell.
V.
Adieu, sweet Spring, the time of flowers!
Thy zephyrs soft, thy falling showers,
No more have charms for me;
Maternal Summer, too, adieu!—
These eyes no more thy beauty view,
Nor thy rich treasures see.
VI.
Autumn and Winter's social glee
Afford their charms no more to me,—
They but a moment last;
For life's short season now is o'er,
I taste its joys, its griefs, no more,—
The transient scene is past.
VII.
Ten thousand friends, and more, farewell!
With gratitude affections swell
Within this breast of mine;
And you, my foes, although but few,
Do share in this, my last adieu,—
May mercy on ye shine!
VIII.
Thou sacred desk, where oft I've stood
To plead the cause of truth for God,
To you I say farewell;
That I've been faithful to my Lord
I call for witness on his word,—
His word he will fulfil.