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 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-night?

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!



