Cleveland's farewell

Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,

Has left its last soft tone with you, --

Its next must join the seaward cheer,

And shout among the shouting crew.

The accents which I scarce could form

Beneath your frown's controlling check,

Must give the word, above the storm,

To cut the mast, and clear the wreck.

The timid eye I dared not raise, --

The hand, that shook when press'd to thine,

Must point the guns upon the chase --

Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.

To all I love, or hope, or fear, --

Honour, or own, a long adieu!

To all that life has soft and dear,

Farewell! save memory of you!