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26 CHILDE HAROLD'S GOOD NIGHT.

1., adieu! my native shore

Fades o'er the waters blue;

The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,

And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight;

Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land—Good Night!

2.

"A few short hours and He will rise

To give the Morrow birth;

And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother Earth.

Deserted is my own good Hall,

Its hearth is desolate;

Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;

My Dog howls at the gate.

3.

"Come hither, hither, my little page!

Why dost thou weep and wail?