And thou shalt be remembered still,
Secluded village of the hill;
Though I may never see thee more,
In dreams I'll linger on thy shore,
And visit all thy secret bowers,
Where elfins sport in midnight hours;
Till death shall still this throbbing breast,
And 'neath the willows laid at rest.
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VERSES COMPOSED AT SEA ABOUT TWENTY[illegible] YEARS AGO.
Mona, my native land,
Though far from i[illegible]
In fancy on thy st.aMi.[illegible]
I rest with those I [illegible]
While on the billows lone [illegible]
I think of thee, my wife, [illegible]
Thy hills and heather [illegible]
Thy glens and woody dells,
Thy ancient fairy bowers,
Tha moss-clad sparkling wells
Just as of yore are flowing still,
And swell the mountain's [illegible]
Mona, my Island home,
I dearly love thee yet
Though far from thee I roam,
I never can forget.
Distance and absence cannot blot
My childhood's home, my native cot.
Mona, my native shore,
My fathers land, and mine;
Still fondly as of yore,
My heart-strings round thee twine.
Though far I wander o'er the earth,
I love the laud that gave me birth.
Mona, where I have slept,
Mona, where I have toiled,
Mona, where I have wept,
Mona, where I have smiled,
My native cot, still dear to me,
I wish to rest in death near thee.
