Not two short miles from thee, — can I refrain
Thy haunts, my native , long unseen?
Thou, and thy lov'd Inhabitants again
Shall meet my transient gaze. — Thy rocky screen,
Thy airy cliffs I mount; and seek thy shade,
Thy roofs, that brow the steep, romantic glade;
But, while on me the eyes of Friendship glow,
Swell my pain'd sighs, my tears spontaneous flow.