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146 Kind smile and honest frown

From bright, familiar eyes.

All these are fading now;

Our brig hastes on her way,

Her unremembering prow

Is leaping o'er the sea,

Far away, far away.

Farewell, my mother fond,

Too kind, too good to me;

Nor pearl nor diamond

Would pay my debt to thee.

But even thy kiss denies

Upon my cheek to stay;

The winged vessel flies,

And billows round her play,

Far away, far away.

Farewell, my brothers true,

My betters, yet my peers;