THE EMIGRANTS' FAREWELL.
SUNG AT THE DINNER OF rue SOUTH AUSTRALIAN COLONISTS, SEPTEMBER 3.
Although we leave thee, Fatherli n Aril seek a foreign shore, And the delightful scenes of youth, Relinquish evermore; Think not that we insensibly Forsake thee, Fatherland, Without a sigh, without a tear, A sullen, heartless band.
No, no; our hearts are warm, and high They beat with love for thee; Thy mountains, eitiee, vales, and streams, Lung shall remember'd be; But chief thy children, Fatherland, Shall live in memory dear ; For them we oft shall heave a sigh, And drop affection's tear.
Yet blame us not, though, truants, we Leave thy loved hearth to roam Where solittide sublimely reigns, And build therein a home: The infant that we rear to thee Shall, cradled by success.
Grow to a giant empire soon, From a rude wilderness. R. G.