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Blue seas that roll on gorgeous coasts renown'd,   By night shall sparkle where thy prow makes way; Strange creatures of the abyss that none may sound, In thy broad wake shall play.

From hills unknown, in mingled joy and fear, Free dusky tribes shall pour, thy flag to mark;— Blessings go with thee on thy lone career! Hail, and farewell, thou bark!

A long farewell!—Thou wilt not bring us back, All whom thou bearest far from home and hearth Many are thine, whose steps no more shall track Their own sweet native earth!

Some wilt thou leave beneath the plantain's shade, Where through the foliage Indian suns look bright; Some, in the snows of wintry regions laid, By the cold northern light.