Thou shalt not find my place below,
Dim is that world—bright sun of Greece, farewell!
The laurel and the glorious rose
Thy glad beam yet may see,
But where no purple summer glows
O'er the dark wave I haste from them and thee.
Yet doth my spirit faint to part,
I mourn thee not, O sun!
Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart,
Sing me triumphant songs! my crown is won.