Adieu, dear land, loved scenes farewell!
One parting sigh for thee dear Rhine!
Whose sylvan shores impart a spell
To chain this ling'ring heart of mine,
Which happy mid thy hills to roam
Ne'er sighs to find a fairer home!

Amid thy dales, thy vine-clad hills!
The forest shade, or smiling mead,
Thy frowning rocks, thy murm'ring rills!
Where — nature's charms the soul may lead
O'er scenes to love and friendships true
In hearts attached to [man]1 — and you!

Tho' fate decree some distant strand
To stay my steps lov'd [friends]2 from thee,
Can aught efface thy classic land
Or bid my mind so faithless be,
As e'er forget thy charms so rare,
Thy sons of mirth, thy daughters fair!

Old age may whiten o'er my head,
There mental darkness reign supreme,
This ear to friendship's call be dead,
Ere I forget thee lovely stream,
For graven on this heart of mine
Are all thy beauties lovely Rhine!