Adieu， New-England's smiling meads，

    Adieu， th' flow'ry plain：

    I leave thine op'ning charms， O spring，

    And tempt the roaring main.

    II.

    In vain for me the flow'rets rise，

    And boast their gaudy pride，

    While here beneath the northern skies

    I mourn for health deny'd.

    III.

    Celestial maid of rosy hue，

    Oh let me feel thy reign！

    I languish till thy face I view，

    Thy vanish'd joys regain.

    IV.

    Susannah mourns， nor can I bear

    To see the crystal shower

    Or mark the tender falling tear

    At sad departure's hour；

    V.

    Not regarding can I see

    Her soul with grief opprest

    But let no sighs， no groans for me

    Steal from her pensive breast.

    VI.

    In vain the feather'd warblers sing

    In vain the garden blooms

    And on the bosom of the spring

    Breathes out her sweet perfumes.

    VII.

    While for Britannia's distant shore

    We weep the liquid plain，

    And with astonish'd eyes explore

    The wide-extended main.

    VIII.

    Lo！ Health appears！ celestial dame！

    Complacent and serene，

    With Hebe's mantle oe'r her frame，

    With soul-delighting mien.

    IX.

    To mark the vale where London lies

    With misty vapors crown'd

    Which cloud Aurora's thousand dyes，

    And veil her charms around.

    X.

    Why， Phoebus， moves thy car so slow？

    So slow thy rising ray？

    Give us the famous town to view，

    Thou glorious King of day！

    XI.

    For thee， Britannia， I resign

    New-England's smiling fields；

    To view again her charms divine，

    What joy the prospect yields！

    XII.

    But thou！ Temptation hence away，

    With all thy fatal train，

    Nor once seduce my soul away，

    By thine enchanting strain.

    XIII.

    Thrice happy they， whose heavenly shield

    Secures their souls from harm，

    And fell Temptation on the field

    Of all its pow'r disarms.