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from the shore the waving, hand Gives mute but eloquent good-bye, What heart so cold as then withstand To yield the tribute of a sigh?

Who quits even Yarra's winding shore, Where social charms yet scant'ly spring. May call his fancy's view before Some joy to which his soul would cling.

Some friend in trying hour made dear, Some form towards which affection bends. Some mate by kindred drawn more near. To the farewell deep sadness lends.

And ah! to think mayhap we part To meet no more on earthly scene! For rudest dangers frequent start Australia's shores and Thames between.