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 THE LAST FAREWELL.

AREWELL, ye lofty spires

That cheered the holy light!

Farewell, domestic fires

That broke the gloom of night!

Too soon those spires are lost,

Too fast we leave the bay,

Too soon by ocean tost

From hearth and home away,

Far away, far away.

Farewell the busy town,

The wealthy and the wise,