[From Mona's Isle, 1844]
How fair and bright the happy scene
Of former joy appears
Upon the time-worn memory,
Amid the wreck of years,
When, in the stormy straits of life,
At intervals we cast
A lingring retrospective glance
On the long-cherishd past!
Such are the feelings of this breat
While on the past I dwell
With pleasing memory, and sigh,
My shipmates, fare-ye-well!
This final word will end all strife,
And seal pure friendships tie,
Then, shipmates all, of every grade,
I wish you well,good bye!