The changeful hand
Of Autumn sheds o’er forest, copse, and grove,
In gorgeous hues, the symbol of decay;
But here and there some fondly lingering flower,
Sweet resonance of Summer, cheers the rocks
Where warm suns latest smile.
Oh, fairest Isle!
I grieve to say farewell. Still for the sake
Of those I love, and for the memories dear,
And sacred hospitalities that cling