Xxxii

"There were we long neglected, and we bore Much sorrow ere the fleet its anchor weighed Green fields before us, and our native shore, We breathed a pestilential air, that made Ravage for which no knell was heard. We prayed For our departure; wished and wished--nor knew, 'Mid that long sickness and those hopes delayed, That happier days we never more must view. The parting signal streamed--at last the land withdrew.