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AVES of Mondego! brilliant and serene, Haunts of my thought, where memory fondly strays; Where hope allured me with perfidious mien, Witching my soul, in long-departed days;

Yes! I forsake your banks; but still my heart Shall bid remembrance all your charms restore, And, suffering not one image to depart, Find lengthening distance but endear you more.

Let fortune's will, through many a future day, To distant realms this mortal frame convey, Sport of each wind, and tost on every wave! Yet my fond soul, to pensive memory true, On thought's light pinion still shall fly to you, And still, bright waters! in your current lave.