To Francis Edmund Green. "Sweet memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, A blooming Eden in his life renews." ROGERS. A VOLUNTARY exile from the shore Of my forefathers, my dear native land, My home above the waves I ventured o'er. Hath smitten, scatter'd that dear household band Blame not the verse, my friend, if banishment Hath made me rather turn unto the past, Than to what is or shall be-temperate sadness My thoughts back on my hours of former gladness. |