Farewell, Theresa! that cloud which over 
  Yon moon this moment gath'ring we see, 
Shall scarce from her pure path have pass'd, ere thy lover 
  Swift o'er the wide wave shall wander from thee. 

Long, like that dim cloud, I've hung around thee, 
  Dark'ning thy prospects, sadd'ning thy brow ; 
With gay heart, Theresa, and bright cheek I found thee ; 
  Oh! think how changed, love, how changed art thou now ! 

But here I free thee: like one awaking 
  From fearful slumber, this dream thou'lt tell ; 
The bright moon her spell too is breaking. 
  Past are the dark clouds ; Theresa, farewell !