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8 Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell ;- Darker shadows round us hover- Isle of beauty ! fare-thee-well ! 'Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper's light ;- Who will fill our vacant places ? Who will sing our songs to-might? Through the mist that floats above us Faintly sounds the vesper bell, Like a voice from those who love us, Breathing fondly, " Fare-thee-well !" When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon,- What would I not give to wander Where my old companions dwell Absence makes the heart grow fonder ;- Isle of beauty! fare-thee-well!

MY OWY NATIVE ISLE.

Music by Bishop.

There's an isle, clasped by waves in an emerald zone, "That peers forth from ocean so pearl-like and fair, As it nature meant it the water-king's throne ;- A youth, whom I name not, remembers me there. The breeze now in murmurs a 'plaint brings from far, From my own native isle and my lover's guitar.

O! cheer thee, fond mounier, let hope's whisper soft The wild pang of absence and doubt too unkind, The maid thou upbraidest for thee sighs as often, And speeds gentle wishes by every wind. Then, winds, blow ye homeward-waves, waft me al To my own native isle and my lover's guitar