And woo'd, on Alleghany's top, Aurora's smile.
And now we part! The ship is flying fast,
Her pathway deck'd with whirling wreaths of foam;
And all the swelling sails that bend each mast
Obey the flag, which, fluttering, points to "Home!"
Home! home! that tender word let me retrace,
And bid each letter conjure o'er the sea
Some cherish'd wish, and every well-loved face,
To banish thought of those from whom I flee.
Yet shame I not to bear an o'er-full heart,