text:  Farewell! Elysian island of the west Still be thy gardens brighten'd by the rose Of a perennial spring and winter's snows Ne'er chill the warmth of thy maternal breast! May calms for ever sleep around thy coast And desolating storms roll far away While art with nature vies to form thy bay Fairer than that which Naples makes her boast! Green link between the High-lands and the Low-- Thou gem half claim'd by earth and half by sea-- May blessings like a flood thy homes o'erflow And health--though elsewhere lost--be found in thee! May thy bland zephyrs to the pallid cheek Of sickness ever roseate hues restore And they who shun the rabble and the roar Of the wild world on thy delightful shore Obtain that soft seclusion which they seek! Be this a stranger's farewell green Byrone Who ne'er hath trod thy heathery heights before And ne'er may see thee more After yon autumn sun hath westering gone; Though oft in pensive mood when far away 'Mid city multitudes his thoughts will stray To Ascog's lake blue-sleeping in the morn And to the happy homesteads that adorn Thy Rothesay's lovely bay