THE FAREWELL.

I stood to look a last farewell Upon our dear Dominion shore, Ere I should turn afar to roam, Perhaps to view it nevermore. I looked upon the waters bright; The scene recalled the times of yore, But who can tell how I have loved Thy waves and sands, oh, peaceful shore? The crescent moon shone o’er the sea And lit the dark and vaulted sky, And touched the waves that rose and fell In gentle murmurs like a sigh. Ah! days, sweet days, ye’ve flown away With Aleene by the shining sea; It was a time too fair to last— Only a mem’ry now to me. For time’s relentless years went by On voiceless, viewless, sable wing: Ah! lost Aleene! that drooped and died In the sweet fragrance of the spring. She’s resting now, to wake no more When moon and sea are gleaming bright; She sleeps, and I am weary now, Away, these tears! I go; good night!