Note 11 — Chapter XXXIV · ADIEU, FRANCE!
Reading edition
"Farewell to thee, thou pleasant shore, The loved, the cherished home to me, Of infant joy a dream that's o'er! Farewell, dear France! farewell to thee! "The sail that wafts me bears away From thee but half my soul alone: Its fellow-half will fondly stay, And back to thee has faithful flown. "I trust it to thy gentle care; For all that here remains with me Lives but to think of all that's there, To love and to remember thee."