Farewell, farewell! The voice you hear
Has left its last soft tone with you;
Its next must join the seaward cheer
And shout amid the shouting crew.

The accents which I scarce could form
Beneath your frown's controlling check
Must give the word above the storm
To cut the mast and clear the wreck.

The timid eye I dar'd not raise,
The hand that shook when press'd to thine,
Must point the guns upon the chase,
Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.

To all I love, or hope, or fear,
Honor or own, a long adieu;
To all that life has soft and dear
Farewell, save memory of you.