Farewell! Farewell! The Voice You Hear, Has Left Its Last Soft Tone With You, Its Next Must Join The Seaward Cheer, And Shout Among 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 Dared 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, Honour, Or Own, A Long Adieu! To All That Life Has Soft And Dear, Farewell! Save Memory Of You!