CHAPTER XVI.
Adieu, oh fatherland! I see
Your white cliffs on the horizon’s rim,
And though to freer skies I flee,
My heart swells, and my eyes are dim!
Willis.
O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire and behold our home.