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, New-England's smiling meads,

Adieu, the flow'ry plain;

I leave thine opening charms, O spring!

And tempt the roaring main.

In vain for me the flow'rets rise,

And boast their gaudy pride,

While here beneath the northern skies

I mourn for health denied.

Celestial maid of rosy hue,

Oh let me feel thy reign!

I languish till thy face I view,

Thy vanished joys regain.

Susannah mourns, nor can I bear

To see the crystal shower,

Or mark the tender falling tear,

At sad departure's hour;

Nor unregarding can I see

Her soul with grief opprest;

But let no sighs, no groans for me,

Steal from her pensive breast.

In vain the feathered warblers sing,

In vain the garden blooms,