Here, fatal greatness! thy delusion ends!

A humbler lot thy closing scene attends.

Denmark, farewell! a long, a last adieu!

Thy lessening prospect now recedes from view;

No lingering look an ill-starred crown deplores,

Well pleased, I quit thy sanguinary shores!

Thy shores, where victims doomed to state and me,

Fell helpless Brandt and murdered Struensee!

Thy shores where—ah! in adverse hour I came,

To me the grave of happiness and fame!