As ’twere my soul sigh’d forth, to thee I send.
Oh that it humbly at thy feet could sue
For one last thought, that thou wouldst deign to bend
On the lone exile from his land, and thee,
Who ne’er may claim thee now—his bride to be.
“And thou! my native land—a last farewell!
Farewell the grandeur of thy marble halls!
Farewell the hope again with thee to dwell!
Farewell the ambitious beat to glory’s calls!
All! all adieu! My native land, no more