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(3) He ſigh'd for himſelf, thinking ne'er of returning To his dear native Iſland that ſits in the ſea

That day we embark'd, I ſhall ever remember, For this cheerleſs country we left much-lov'd home; My wife ſobb'd aloud with a heart the moſt tender, My mother wept too but not for me alone; For on a ſick-bed my poor father was lying, While brothers and ſiſters around me ftood crying; Ah! ceaſe cruel Mem'ry, my heart rends with ſighing. Sad was the day of departure to me!

Lives my poor parents in peace at their home now, Children and wife with all dear boſom friends, Health and content can they call it their own now, Perhaps heavy trials ſtill on them portends: