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AS the strong oak, when its green boughs are riven, Firm on its base still lifts its head to heaven, As the pure stream which, rushing from its source, Bounds o'er the rocks which seek to bar its course, So meet the ills of life; until the sea Of time, shall meet the tide, of vast eternity.

  

ADIEU to her to whom my soul was dear, Of life unblemish'd, and of heart sincere, A long adieu! for never, never more, Must that lov'd footstep press its native shore. Friend of my heart! now parted far from me, Borne on the bosom of the faithless sea, Thou soon must o'er the wilds of Asia stray, 