Adieu, 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!

A few short hours, and he will rise
  To give the morrow birth;...