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...

Poet: Lord Byron

It chanced to me upon a time to sail
  Across the Southern ocean to and fro;
And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale
  Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes go.
And months of dreamy joys, like joys in sleep,
  Or like a clear, calm stream o’er mossy...

This is the joy-inspiring day

That gave these blessings to our lot

Then let us share the social rites

Join hands, all malice be forgot!

This little star, once marked by none

Now shines a bright - a BLAZING SUN!...

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